Nothing to eat
Last night was fun. I won two VHS tapes of Bjork concerts by going up on stage, taking off my shirt, and pretending to *do* a drag queen.
Lately I feel guilty about everything I eat. I can't eat anything from 'Chiquita' because apparently the company hires assassins to murder peasant farmers to get at their land, and I can't eat cocoa (no chocolate?!?) because much of the production is controlled by child-slave-owning warlords, and I can't eat eggs (I already don't eat meat) because of the horrible living conditions that chickens are subjected to (even the grain-fed ones I hear)...
Girls who call boys faggots get bottles of orange juice dumped onto their heads; thanks to the Tropicana superhero known as me.
Lately I feel guilty about everything I eat. I can't eat anything from 'Chiquita' because apparently the company hires assassins to murder peasant farmers to get at their land, and I can't eat cocoa (no chocolate?!?) because much of the production is controlled by child-slave-owning warlords, and I can't eat eggs (I already don't eat meat) because of the horrible living conditions that chickens are subjected to (even the grain-fed ones I hear)...
Girls who call boys faggots get bottles of orange juice dumped onto their heads; thanks to the Tropicana superhero known as me.