This might surprise you. It certainly surprised me. Apparently I’m not perfect! I know! It’s about as believable as a unicorn who has recently been turned down for a mortgage for not keeping it real. Jill Y’s infinite wisdom tells her and she in turn tells me, that we don’t have as much in common as we once did and this of course is my fault. As a Scientist, she had a drink with Scurvy Jane and came to the conclusion that she doesn’t hate Bon Jovi as much as I do. When I heard this, I looked at her the way a man looks at a woman when she tells him that she doesn’t hate Bon Jovi as much as he does. I’ve never been more confused in my life. Nobody hates Bon Jovi as much as I do and I thought everybody knew this. And then just when I thought that things could not get any worse, I’m faced with lying, racist, food producers:
I think most people who got a hamburger that tasted like chicken would have a beef!
Or no beef as the case might be!
Geez! And then didn’t even bother to put it in small print.
My guess is that most people wolf down their burgers before they barely get them out of the wrapper, much less take time to read what’s on them. So what if your hamburger taste like chicken, rabbit or dog.
I am kinda guilty of that myself but I draw the line with hamburgers that taste like dog!
This is one confused labeler. My guess is that the person who made this label is a vegetarian and doesn’t know chicken from beef or else they were drunk.
Or even a drunk vegetarian who doesn’t know chicken from beef!
I vote for drunk … or stoned.
Okay , so we have a stoned, drunk, vegetarian who doesn’t know chicken from beef!