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Vegetarians Can Never Fully Know the Godhead of Pinky
In the cool morning light, Pinky loosens the pink sarong from around his washboard abs. Naked as the day he was born, he places just his big toe in Brushy Creek out behind the back forty (actually five--Pinky hates to exaggerate). This is Pinky's daily ritual to cleanse the drinking water for the downstream cattle. Thanks to Pinky, these blessed Beefmasters create the finest marbled meat your tongue could ever dream of touching. Pinky can only put his big toe in, because otherwise, the meat would be so saturated with the aura of Goodly, Godly Pink it would send you straight to heaven. Pinky has not informed his neighbors of this, and they have no inkling that their prosperity and good fortune stem from that trashy place on the hill with the little pink trailer. So Pinky asks you to follow in his toesteps and perform thankless tasks for those downstream from you. Amen. (Send cash.)
In the cool morning light, Pinky loosens the pink sarong from around his washboard abs. Naked as the day he was born, he places just his big toe in Brushy Creek out behind the back forty (actually five--Pinky hates to exaggerate). This is Pinky's daily ritual to cleanse the drinking water for the downstream cattle. Thanks to Pinky, these blessed Beefmasters create the finest marbled meat your tongue could ever dream of touching. Pinky can only put his big toe in, because otherwise, the meat would be so saturated with the aura of Goodly, Godly Pink it would send you straight to heaven. Pinky has not informed his neighbors of this, and they have no inkling that their prosperity and good fortune stem from that trashy place on the hill with the little pink trailer. So Pinky asks you to follow in his toesteps and perform thankless tasks for those downstream from you. Amen. (Send cash.)
