Living with a vegetarian means that I don’t get the chance to eat a lot of meat. It’s not that this is a bad thing, but it has certain side-effects.
For example, I hadn’t eaten fried chicken in ages and I’ve been going on and on about how it’d be great to ‘git me some fried chikin.’ So I did.
Bad idea. Three smallish pieces and I think I’m going to die. Let this be a lesson kids, never meat-binge. Oh chicken, why have you betrayed me?