Hi internet,
Faux meats make me a wannabe meat-eater? Wha? (Does that make you think of the Spice Girls? It makes me think of the Spice Girls. Bet Wannabe will be stuck in your head now. Sucka)
I've been told being a vegetarian means I can't crave the taste of meat (if you turn this into something sexual, I swear I'll staple your cornea).
I'm a vegetarian because I love animals, not because I don't enjoy the taste of chicken. I enjoyed eating meat until I put two and two together and realized that chicken breasts had faces.
Every once in a while, I'll get a craving for a McChicken or ribs. Thing is, I still love those little chickens and piggies (when they're breathing). If I can conquer that craving without death and suffering, why wouldn't I?
No, I'm not a fake vegetarian. Not wanting to eat meat doesn't mean I don't want to eat the taste of meat... Does that even make sense? It does. I say so.
In conclusion, IT'S TOFURKEY TIME, BITCHES.
Sarah
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