November 14, 2005
Soiled holiday

On Saturday evening, I was invited to a friend's house for a party. After dinner, we were sitting in the living room when my dear friend and past guest blogger Dan (carnivore) mentioned that he was traveling to Pittsburgh with his boyfriend Eddie (vegetarian) for Thanksgiving with friend David (vegetarian) and David's boyfriend Jared (vegetarian).

"Hmmph," snorted Patrick. "What are you going to have for dinner with those three? Tofurky?"

"No," scoffed Dan. "I'm sure there will be turkey."

"Uh, honey," said Eddie. "No there won't. They're going to be serving Tofurky. Didn't you read the invite?"

Dan sat silently, looking uneasy as slowly a crestfallen expression spread across his face.

"No turkey?" he quivered.

Honestly, in that moment I don't think I've ever been more heartbroken over a soy-based faux meat in my life. Or at least since the Not Dog Incident of summer 2002.

In solidarity, I am making this vow right now before all of you: I, Faggoty-Ass Faggot, will gobble down a double helping of massacred Butterball fowl a week from Thursday.

With gravy.

And innocent-livestock-based Jell-O strawberry salad.

Gotta be there for your friends, people. These are the sacrifices we make.

posted by Brian @ 12:01 AM on 11.14.05
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