Meat eaters, of course, don’t need to spray themselves all over with Burger King’s Flame. Vegans sniff out charred corpse eaters all too easily. Their kitchens smell like slaughterhouses. Their breath smells of cannibalism. And their clothes exude death. Meat eaters, like smokers, stink. Eau de lard, anyone?
Eau de lard, anyone?
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