Eat Not the Pig, Say Hot Vegans

What is prosciutto?
Prosciutto, me?

There are two forms of persuasion in the militant vegan arsenal:  Behold The Horror, and Wouldn’t You Rather Be Pretty? If I didn’t already know this cause I married one, both were in abundant evidence at the VegFest at Woodley Park Sunday, which I was dragged to attended willingly!  Let’s gets started:

Horror #1:  Are you going to let this happen?
Horror #1: Are you just going to stand there and let this happen?
Beagle Face
#2: Beagle Face. Say no more.
#3: Wait, there's more. Enter the VR kill floor
#3: Wait, you haven’t seen the kill floor
On the other hand, hula hoops
On the other hand, hula hoops…
Ignore his Ugg boots
Ignore his Ugg boots. Watch the lady in the green kerchief 


The star attraction: Freelee the Banana Girl and her amazing torso, all the way from Australia, posing with star struck teenaged girls. She claims to eat 30 bananas day, and posts YouTube videos where she frets about becoming too skinny.  She also denies any use of supplements.  Cocaine, for example. Or Marlboros, or liposuction.  Plant-based gains! Everybody suck it!  Consider not Occam’s Razor. Enjoy the view.  I have no reason not to be persuaded.

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