i work part time at the SFL, now, there, they have twice annual BBQ's where agps, like myself, are spitted and roasted.
Now, i was brought up to accept this as natural and when i become no further use as a hu-cow, i shall, no-doubt, be sent to the Abattoir. However, i had a choice. Either to spend a few extra years in good pasture and be a providor of milk, finally to be used as pet food, or to be BBQ'd at my 18th birthday and be BBQ'd alive for the palets of the other members of the SFL. Looking back, i envy the ones that many 'ooohhh'd!' and 'arrrr'd!' about, especially as with the friends i have, i would have been able to taste a part of my rump before passing out.

However my Fantasy takes me, i can do and write in appropiate places about/ or read. But in NO WAY would i like this to happen for real.!!!!

(well... maybe not .. [smiles])


bon appetite