I know that some of you have chronic illnesses and some of you have new babies and some of you have ugly art outside your places of employment and some of you have inappropriate shoes so I really do feel terrible about complaining but I wake up every morning with a new mosquito bite and this morning it’s on the knuckle of my ring finger and if I could safely bite off that finger and get along without it, I would because that, that, that is an annoying-as-fuck place to have a mosquito bite.
Here’s a pamphlet I picked up a while ago. There’s something just wrong about it. I think it’s that curly fries and pigs (= curly tails) so close to each other makes me think: cannibalism! somehow, even though I know fries don’t come (directly) from pigs. It’s like those commercials with the chickens trying to sell themselves to the chicken slaughtering man by telling him how free-run they are and what nice lives they’ve had and how their breasts are so tender.
