I am immensely proud of the name for this post. Something called Animal Acres exists in the valley of Los Angeles. It is a place where animals that were formally in factory farms reside. The human inhabitants A.A. are staunchly against the consummation of juicy, delicious, meat. Or any other type of animal-made product. My sisters have decided to volunteer there for their Bat Mitzvah. I didn't agree with this, as the last time we traveled to A.A. one of my sisters became a vegetarian. I would not want to have the other turn vegetarian, as I would be outnumbered and have to eat meat in dark, secluded places. They fed a four-month old cow there, named Cowboy. Apparently he was cute. I wouldn't know, I don't go to the sauna/valley to feed animals. That's for crazy people to do. And vegans.
I did, however, have veal for dinner tonight. It was delicious, and market price (hence the tidal). I don't know if you can tell by the continually degrading quality of my writing, but I am deprived of sleep. I should probably un-deprive myself. Let's end this post early, so you don't need to read any more of my semi-coherent ramblings. Unless you want to, which in that case tune in tomorrow. Toodles.
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