I love to make fun of vegans. It’s ok, since they’re one of the few oppressed classes who actually chose that life, except maybe for people from the Bay Area born into the racket. So, to the folks in Berkeley, I apologize that I don’t hear the wailing of the bees as they spit their honey, or the silent plant-like screams of oysters as they are shucked. …
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