Signs, Signs, Everywhere There's Signs
Is the bottom part really necessary?
I mean really,
IS THIS NECESSARY?
Then a couple of years ago, I ran across this sign and the voices started running through my head. Like the final leg of a mile race. Flat out, full bore running.
Then I went a long time without seeing any signs that affected me.
Then Monday.
I saw this sign and drove by it, then realized I may have missed something important so I turned around and drove by it again. And took a picture.
My first thought was that somebody had tampered with the sign.
Then those thoughts started running again.
Does that mean the sausage is shaped like a penis?
Is the sausage made of penis?
I'm almost serious about that. I live in the county where the President of the NCBA is from. MAYBE this is a test market for a new National Cattlemans Beef Association product?
But I really thought it was just somebody vandalizing a sign. But I shared it with a few people. And I got a response from one person, that well. It made me wonder.
A grocery store in Austin has been named in a civil suit. They sold Beef Pizzle as human food. Adulterated, non-inspected pizzle. Sold for human consumption. The outrage. The tragedy.
I'm not sure exactly how it happened. And I'm not sure if it was raw pizzle or something else. My mind is kinda drawn towards thinking they took the dog chew toys and sliced them up and labeled them as Smoked Boneless Turkey Necks. Which is sort of what a beef pizzle looks like. A turkey neck.
Try not to think of that the next time you are getting ready to eat your Thanksgiving Dinner.
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