Thursday, February 14, 2008

Overheard At Lunch

Sittin' at Yats, enjoyin' fine Cajun goodies with a visiting-for-the-holiday gunblogger guy (yeah, you'd like to know his name), we hear from the next booth over: "Oh, one line I draw is, I'm a strict vegan. It can't taste or look like meat and just as long as I don't know, I'm good."

All I could think was, there speaks a Democratic voter. At least until it struck me that big-government Republicans enjoy pulling the same sleight-of-mind on themselves, too.

"Just as long as I don't have to look into the eyes of the people whose pockets are picked to fund my Gummint Cheese, I'm good." Yeah, you bet, and they probably had too much money anyway. Sheesh!

6 comments:

New Jovian Thunderbolt said...

You don't have to keep our torrid holiday love affair secret, Roberta.

It was me, people. And a wonderful 8 days it was.

Roberta X said...

NJT! You promised...!

>Sigh<

;)

(Readers: BZZT! Try again).

phlegmfatale said...

Too bad you didn't have a sizzling, smoking fajita option on the menu. I hope you ordered something fragrant.

Roberta X remotely said...

Nope -- I had a two half-order olate, Cajun succotash and something prounced like "Chicken Macht Schnell," though that can't be the right spelling!

Turk said...

Again I turn to the Book of Simpson for the answer. Lisa (age 7) is trying to impress an older boy (age 11).
Boy: You still eat meat?
Lisa: Uh, well, ha-ha, of course not. I'm a vegetarian.
Boy: I'm a vegan.
Lisa: Well, uh, I'm thinking of going vegan.
Boy: I'm a seventh-level vegan.
Lisa: What's that?
Boy: I won't eat anything that casts a shadow.

Roberta X said...

"Lose Weight Fast!"

Not such a good plan. I'm sticking with the hurry-up chicken.