NOTE TO SELF #659
I think it's time we seriously consider raising people for food. Like chickens. Instead of a chicken farm, it'd be a people farm. Better yet, lets have everybody report to a slaughter house when they turn 30. Each individual's accomplishments will then be reviewed by a panel of experts (like in the movie Defending Your Life). If you pass, you get to continue living. If not, you're a cheeseburger. Convicted felon? Not anymore. Now you're a hotdog. Wanna pop a cap in somebody's ass? No problem. Now you pop when we cook you...you Ballpark Prison Frank mother fucker.
So each day you need to look in the mirror and ask yourself...Am I a ham sandwich? If the answer's yes, you need to do something good for mankind...like helping to feed the homeless...before you're being fed to the homeless. Pass the ribs.
So each day you need to look in the mirror and ask yourself...Am I a ham sandwich? If the answer's yes, you need to do something good for mankind...like helping to feed the homeless...before you're being fed to the homeless. Pass the ribs.