It was an innocenet bumper sticker, lovingly tucked away in the corner of the window "Club Sandwiches, Not Seals." The bad taste of capitalizing every word notwithstanding, the idea seems fine at first: clubbing seals is bad. But then logic kicks in (damnit) and you realize that a club sandwich is not a veggie sandwich. So the bumper sticker is, in effect, saying seal cruelty is terrible but all's fair in the name of turkey and bacon. Perhaps if the seal meat didn't go to waste...but wait, don't the locals traditionally eat seal meat? Or would a clubbed seal club sandwich be all right? Or what if it was free-range clubbed seal (oh, wait...don't they live in the wild?) on that club sandwich, but without the pig and turkey?
I get snarkily logical when I'm cranky. I'm cranky because a project I've spent three weeks working on was deleted all the way back to the beginning this afternoon. If the person who deleted it can't fix it, I've got hours and hours of re-doing ahead of me. ARGH!
An Erinku:
I adore
calzone
I am hungry
now
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