She said, sometimes I want to hit you in the head with a stick, sometimes I want to give you kisses. She also said that I'm disturbing, and that I'm a hotdog with a natural casing.

I told my friend zack about a hot dog story I had today. I put Bacon Bits on my hotdog, then I forgot to eat them. Or did I? Maybe I was so ashamed of what I did that I didn't want to eat it, and I conveniently forgot about them. I did eat one that I didn't cover with bacon bits.

I saw some cows, baby cows, in the back of a pickup truck on the freeway this afternoon. They were packed together. I had a fleeting sense that I shouldn't eat meat. I was on a bus, and didn't feel like a cow, despite the similarities. Perhaps it was the fact that I wasn't about to be slaughtered, or standing in the rain. Beef is selling like hotcakes right now.

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