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Happy Tummy
So would it be in bad taste to say that maybe all these militant vegans are in such a bad mood because they are in dire need of a nice big hunk of meat? Seriously, though, WHO CARES? Don't get your panties in an uproar over people who eat meat--or don't. I eat meat, and damn but it tastes so good. Out here in Pennsylvania, the fall is my favorite season, not the least because of all the fresh deer meat thanks to the hunting season. Out here, hunting is a huge supplement to families' food budgets as year after year the cost to support the sport goes down and year after year the cost to buy groceries continues to rise. Oh, and did I mention it tastes good? I thought the article was funny. And you know what, for the huge price tag of $0 it cost me to peruse the Reader and this column in particular, even if I didn't think it was funny, even if I thought it was judgmental and whatever, I sure as hell wouldn't raise my blood pressure getting into a flame war in the comments. But to each his own. Oh wait...maybe that was the point?— April 13, 2009 1:10 p.m.
Ponzi Pawns
I'm disappointed, but not surprised. Never thought I'd say this, but Ollie, you're too classy for this joint. Although if the Reader knew better, they'd try to raise the bar to your level instead of axing you. Absurdish humor is an acquired taste, but once you have it you can never go back. The Reader is dead to me now.— February 6, 2009 6:30 a.m.
The Creepy Factor
You think breastfeeding is creepy, eh? Well, that wasn't creamer in the fridge for your coffee you jack ass.— October 6, 2008 1:42 p.m.
My Kryptonite
It's been a long time since something I read has made me laugh out loud. Great story, even if you do end up mentioning rabbits in it.— April 24, 2008 9:46 a.m.