Something about animals and people
Some people say that they love animals. But then you ask if they eat them, they also admit to that. So what they must really mean is that they love cutesy animals, or pets, or bad tasting animals, but surely not ALL animals. I mean, my girlfriend says she loves me. Will she some day electrocute me, cut me into pieces, pour tasty gravy on me and then eat me? Well they say you can never know somebody completely, but I like to think that by using my overwhelmingly limited psycho-analytical skills on her, I have at least ruled out the option of her eating me.
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