Tammy wrote this letter to The Guardian, which they not only published but heralded as a star letter.
The reason I've framed it is so that when Tammy is pressuring me for a "pinky hug", I can be reminded of how old she is.
Hello, old friend
12 years ago
teehee
.. by some dodgy coincidence.. while I'm reading that .. they are carrying chickens (last week it was goats) into the fresh produce market.. a few feet away.. heading for the inevitable.. (we have to .. er.. leech our internet from the sidewalk. classy, I know.) It forced a bit of an ironic snigger out of me.. followed by a (completely foreign) wave of compassion.. tsk.
.. wrong post genius.
Even with my newfound love for chickens, I am so glad I wasn't born an edible animal.
you are in some cultures.
I was afraid someone would point that out...
It is kind of sad they have to die but who cares! I might LIKE to eat chicken and therefore the chickens may give their life for me because I said so.
Convincing argument, isn't it?
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