Yeah, I do eat meat. I don't mind eating meat because the animals were killed so that I could eat them. My dad used to take me ferreting and we used to have hours of fun breaking rabbits necks. I used to go beating too and spend many a winter afternoon throttling pheasants. But I couldn't help but feel bad about crushing that snail. Maybe I should have eaten it or something.
The Romans had a great recipe for snails: remove them from their shells, put them in a pan with milk and a little salt, and leave them for about a week. When they've swollen up so big they can't get back in their shells [this is assuming they're still alive, I guess], pop 'em in a frying pan with some olive oil and saute. Eat with garum (fish sauce), chased with a goblet of strong wine sweetened with honey. Yummy.
I spent 30 minutes dashing about the kitchen trying to kill a wasp last night. There's 3 lights over the dining table and 3 over the work tops and it was darting between them and I was twatting it with a rolled up magazine and it was going for me, really snarling - or buzzing loud - and when I'd lost all patience and just ended up walloping it whilst it was sitting on a glass light shade, the whole damned shade smashed and I must have dislocated the wires because the whole lights won't work now.
That's what I get for stepping on a snail.
Just sitting around twiddling my thumbs and contemplating what I might receive as punishment for killing the wasp. :(
Perhaps you're too serious a persona to enjoy the veggie movie, Liana. It walks the edge between ingenuity and impudence. Actually, it probably fell of the impudent edge...
Sounds like you've already paid for the wasp killing, Max - instant karma, mate. Mind you best to make sure you've turned the power off when you're rewiring - just to be on the safe side.
Nah I'm not a serious person (nor do i have a serious persona). I just graduated from the norman wisdom school of humour about thirty years ago is all.
I think we're supposed to go quietly to bed now Ag... Oops, sorry, I'll rephrase that.. err, isn't it difficult to say something innocuous when everything seems to have unfortunate connartations?
Yummy mmm. Yummy. Oooh. Ahhhh. Yum Yum. Yes. I like to eat food, I like to stare at it before I eat it too. I find myself drooling and moaning uncontrollably in anticipation of what I will consume in order to perpetuate my existance. I am ugly as hell, but I forget this when I am about to eat something good. Food makes me happy and happiness is the point of life. It is difficult to describe the intensity of the passion I have for food, but it is something similar to the passion a drug addict has for getting high. Or the passion a female has for beautifying herself, sometimes even risking her life.
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