Beef Curtains

Being a vegetarian makes no sense to me at all. I love meat. Imagine seeing that cut of steak and not feeling like there was almost something slightly sexual to it. You long for lunch. You pine for dinner. You yearn for breakfast. That’s just life as a red-blooded person with a hunger for life’s sweetest treat.

Side note: I dont blog these as much but still get TONS of nearly vagina pics every week. It makes me smile knowing that people out there think of me when a steak, fish, shrimp, coconut, pineapple, apple, carrot, root, busted car tire, french fry, couch cushion, tree, pocket, purse, folded money, table cloth, or bread loaf looks anything like an ass or pussy. Keep em coming. Get it?