Reminds me of George Orwell's earnest advice to a visitor that you shouldn't name your chickens "because then you can't eat them".
I remember when me and my brother were young we were going to store with my father.
We asked him, “Dad what’s for dinner?” And he replies, “Pumbaa!”
Me and my brother knew that meant pork chops and we were excited.
However, the little girl around our age didn’t know and proceeds to start crying uncontrollably and scream at her mom that “They’re going to eat Pumbaa!!!”
Bringing tofurkey to a thanksgiving near you...
When my son was much younger he came up to me one day and informed me he could never be a vegetarian.
"Why not" I asked
"Because I like eating baby animals too much"
His favourite meat is lamb and veal
My mom almost cried earlier because she saw that the pickle I was eating had three holes in the shape of a face
How to make vegetarians 101
And two new vegans were born