This post is a joke, right? Because it isn’t funny. There is no such thing as “leftover lobster meat.” Clearly this is an urban legend.
Person from Maine checking in …
We are Downeasters as a generality.
The coast of Maine is to the South and East, therefore if you are in say Bangor (that’s Bang-Gore, not Bang-er) you refer to the coast as being “Downeast”.
The term was essentially co-opted to refer to anyone from Maine.
And for my money the lobster is a genetic relative of the cow-patty, because they taste like shit.
Oh, man, I wish that I’d known that before lunch. Now I’ve got this tough old rooster beak stuck between my teeth. It’ll take a pair of pliers to get it out now!
No, no, silly! You’re not supposed to translate that into English before you eat it! (Forgive me if my Spanish is incorrect, but I understand that pico de gallo - one of my favorite foods - means “rooster’s beak.”)
Is that what it means? I thought it meant “a trillionth of a rooster” refering to the near-vegetarian state of the substance and the fact that only a very small amount of animal product was used… 
Which is better than what Babelfish translates it to: “rooster tip” which sounds like a part of a rooster that I’d rather not eat…
Okay, yeah, this shit is funny.
And I’m a vegan.
I’ve only got one thing to say about the OP though. If more people were forced to kill their own food, the world would have a hell of a lot more vegetarians. 
Sure. LIke carrots don’t cry when you cut them up. Plants have lives too. Painful death is not just for animals these days. 
Um, if your carrots cry when you cut them up, you might want to seek professional psychiatric help…
Or take those carrots back to the space alien that you bought them from.
I killed most of a bottle of gin the other night. Didn’t feel a speck of remorse, or much else, either.
Hell, I’ll agree here. I once had to see how chickens are prepared and absolutely REFUSED to eat chicken for about 5 years. It still gives me the heebie jeebies when I think about it.
Har har har. Never heard that one before… :rolleyes:
See? There’s another bad side effect to eating meat: inability to create original vegetarian bashing jokes.
That reminds me of when I was a little girl and we had leg of lamb for dinner.
I cried at the table, weeping over the poor little lamb that was walking around on only three legs.
My parents smiled politely and passed the mint jelly to each other.
Well, we’d have a lot better shots, at any rate.
As for lobsters, try looking it squarely in the eye above the boiling pot of water and say:
“No Mr. Lobster. I expect you to Die! Muahahahah!!!”
before dropping it in. :eek:
…and if more people were forced to grow their own fruits, vegetables and grains, the world would have a lot more meat-eaters
Mmmm… Homeopathic chicken soup.
Tell your sister to just hug him and love him and squeeze him and call him George.
Sorry… Just got to thinking about a recent thread.
Daizy
So what you’re really doing is pointing out that lobsters are so far below us, so different from us, as members of a different phylum, that they make other vertebrates like pythons seem like our close relatives by comparison. So basically, you proved the point of the person you intended to rebut. Way to go.
AND you’re wrong, to boot. Lobsters may be different species, genus, etc. from insects, but the person didn’t call them “insects.” He called them “bugs.” And they are–like insects, arachnids (spiders, ticks), those creepy little pillbugs, centipedes, and millipedes, crustaceans are arthropods–and arthropods are bugs.
Making chicken? Hey, if the way they kill and prepare chickens makes you ill, wait till you find out what they do to the male chicks…shudder
And eventually, they get made into dogfood. doubleshudder
That’s it. I’m going to have my lunch at Mother’s Vegetarian Restaurant today.
With apologies to Paul Simon –
“50 Ways to Kill Your Lobster”
“The problem is all inside your head”, she said to me
The answer is easy if you take it logically
I’d like to help you to eat crustacean-ly
There must be fifty ways to kill your lobster.
She said it’s really not my habit to intrude
Furthermore, I hope my meaning won’t be lost or misconstrued
But I’ll repeat myself at the risk of being crude
There must be fifty ways to kill your lobster
Fifty ways to kill your lobster.
Just smash in the back, Jack
Boil the water, Otter
You don’t need to spare claws, Roz
Just prepare to eat
Turn up the heat, Pete
You don’t need to prepare much
Just melt the butter, Lover
And eat crustacean-ly.
Just stab 'em in the head, Fred
Put 'em in the fridge, Midge
Or let 'em breathe air, Claire
Just listen to me
Soak 'em in wine, Tyne
You don’t need to discuss much
Just hand me that spice, Bryce,
And taste the clawmeat.
She said it grieves me so to see you in such pain
I wish there was something I could do to make you smile again
I said I appreciate that and would you please explain
About the fifty ways
She said we can’t just sleep on it tonight
For I believe in the morning the lobsters won’t be quite ‘alright’
And then she kissed me and I realized she probably was right
There must be fifty ways to kill your lobster
Fifty ways to kill your lobster
Just smash in the back, Jack
Boil the water, Otter
You don’t need to spare claws, Roz
Just prepare to eat
Turn up the heat, Pete
You don’t need to prepare much
Just melt the butter, Lover
And eat crustacean-ly.
Just stab 'em in the head, Fred
Put 'em in the fridge, Midge
Or let 'em breathe air, Claire
Just listen to me
Soak 'em in wine, Tyne
You don’t need to discuss much
Just hand me that spice, Bryce,
And taste the clawmeat.
No, he pointed out that lobsters are as different from roaches as we are from snakes. Lobsters:Roaches::Humans:Pythons.
Way to read.