With You? Not A Problem...

No sex, please, you're a carnivore.

A new phenomenon in New Zealand is taking the idea of you are what you eat to the extreme.

Vegansexuals are people who do not eat any meat or animal products, and who choose not to be sexually intimate with non-vegan partners whose bodies, they say, are made up of dead animals.
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Both of these morons need a good slap upside the head with a T-bone.



If I wasn't meant to eat meat, I wouldn't have been born with incisors.
If I wasn't meant to hunt prey, I would have been born with my eyes on the side of my head instead of forward looking stereo vision.
If I was meant to eat nothing but weeds, grass and cabbage, I would have been designed with a totally different digestive system. Perhaps seven stomachs akin to ole' Bossy out there in the barn, so's I could chew, swallow to stomach one, regurgitate, chew, swallow to stomach two, regurgitate, repeat until ... well, you know.

I'm not saying us carnivores - a club of which I am proud to be a member of - should eat nothing but meat, but I am saying we are red-blooded creatures, and not green sap flowing foliage with brains (save for a rather large accumulation of Democrats) who obtain strength and stamina from proper nutrition. A good chunk of that nutrition coming from meat.

So in short, you eat what you want to eat, I'll eat what I want to eat. And if you don't like what it is that I eat, go fuck yourself.

As for screwing someone who eats meat, if you look like the couple in the above photo, you have much bigger problems than being composed of animal protein.


That's all I got to say about thayat.





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