Essential: Applicant must eat meat
“Hey, what are you doing here by yourself?”
“Working. It’s not 5 yet. How was your trip?”
“Good. I have to go now. I’m going to a party later, and I have 5 kilos of giraffe meat in the car.”
He brings a piece in, wrapped in a bag, and practically throws it at me. It is the size and weight of a bowling ball and smells of fresh blood.
It’s a good thing I’m not a vegetarian.
July 12th, 2006 at 5:54 pm
This experience, possibly combined with an unpleasant discovery in the pigeon department, might cause you to reconsider.
July 13th, 2006 at 2:17 am
wait don’t tell me… it tastes just like chicken right?
July 13th, 2006 at 11:08 am
Bill – never. Steak, please!
Hobbes – I have no idea. Thankfully he took it away again.
July 13th, 2006 at 3:58 pm
Steak you shall have, then! I’ve found a nice source here in the US for organic, grass-fed beef. It’s especially good, I think. I don’t suppose that they’ll ship to you, though. Steak dinner has been added to the fourteen-month plan! Mmm.