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Why I Don't Eat At Arby's

When I was a kid, I heard a horror story about what Jello is made of, or rather, what gelatin is made of. I had considered becoming a vegetarian. Later that week, on a family road trip down to Paris Island (South Carolina), my vegan aunt told me more about being vegetarian, and we stopped at an Arby's. Keen on getting some curly fries and a shake (hold the burger), I went in and was immediately struck with the worst stench I had ever smelled in my life. To date. My appetite was lost, and I thought I was going to fiercely vomit. It smelled like they were slaughtering their cows right in the piping hot bathrooms, and leaving the carcasses un-disposed. For several years after, I didn't touch meat again, save for an occasional piece of sushi.

I haven't been reminded of it until today, when the idea came into my head that maybe that smell was something else.

Hee hee hee.


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May. 8th, 2008 03:16 am (UTC)
lmao what the shit.
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