Now, normally, being teased or cajoled about my vegetarianism really pisses me off. But this one time (I mean one time out of probably 800 or 900 unfunny to deeply insulting, but otherwise similar situations) someone actually managed to harass me about it in a way that made me laugh.
Him: Tofurkey, huh? Is that like a Turkey, but made from Tofu?
Me: Yep. You wanna try some? It's pretty good.
Him: Maybe. I'm not really a huge turkey fan. Do they make other tofu products?
Me: Oh yeah, there's all kinds. Every standard meat, plus some unique ones. In fact, the best sandwich I've ever had was -
Him: Like tofu chicken, I'd probably like that. What do they call that, Toficken?
Me: No, no. There's a lot of different names, but -
Him: I wonder what they call the Tofu duck?
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If I have asked this before, I apologize for forgetting the answer, but:
Why are you vegetarian?
Because vegetables killed my father and now they're coming after me.
No single reason, but a large number of them taken in aggregate. Hmm. Perhaps I'll blog about it sometime.
One must eat other living things to absorb their strength and soul. If you just eat vegetables you just sit around and suck on dirt.
I myself see like an eagle, swim like a dolphin, run like a leopard, intimidate like an elephant, crush like a bear, peck like a cock and smell like a skunk. But then I have a wide range of tastes.
Damn, Brad. If you'd listed that as your Lineage, you'd be Baron by now.
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