warning: stoned ramblings
Something occured to me as I was struggling with an
insatiable hunger and a shear
laziness of not wanting to get up from my computer to satisfy it.
I was trying to imagine the most apt way to satisfy such an enormous need for food... good food. This is one of those
girthy, meaty hungers, not some hunger satisfied by sweet and pleasant foods...
definitely no fruits or vegetables needed.
I need meat. The normal meat selection will not do this time. Cow and Chicken have suffered enough
torment, and pork too, if only to make
Jr. Bacon Cheeseburgers or
the morning sausage links. You've got a few other meat options, such as
Lamb and
Venison, but they are not so popularly excepted.
Back to the point, something to satisfy this hunger. As I sifted through thoughts of all of the large
appetizing meats I've come across in my day, only one thing popped into my mind... ok, two. One being a
big ass roasted turkey leg. But the other, much greater answer being.... one of those
gigungus rib-looking things that knocked over
Fred Flintstone's foot car in the intro to
The Flintstones.
Someone suggested it was
brontosaurus ribs, and it seemed right. I recall freddie puttin away some brontosaurus burgers on a few
episodes, so it isn't hard to believe he favored their ribs, too. Fred Flintstone was an
eater, lets face it. He, himself, was going to eat that brontosaurus rack 'o ribs, while
Wilma and
Betty threw up in the bathroom so that they could wear their
size 0 dresses.
Barney would just laugh at Fred the
glutton, and try not to think about things too much, because he may just
snap. The
beer helped. But I'm getting away from myself, sorry.
Then I got to thinking, if the
prehistoric age was anything like the people of
today, they probably had specific tastes when it came to meat. If everyone liked to eat Dinosaur, then it's eventually
curtains for them. You'd think they could hold their own, but they were actually very
peaceful creatures. If they werent, they'd have killed the first guy to try to turn em into a record player or a dino-crane.
Since the technology was basicly
fire and
the wheel, with the occasional
elephant vacuum cleaner, or the cloths pin bird, it would be
impossible to mass produce that kind of dino
meat to
meet the demand of the public. Eventually , they had to know that well would run dry. They didn't preserve species back then. There was no
WWF. Only the strong survive! So basicly we're lookin at
genocide for the sake of the biggest, tastiest
meat rack.
I think I've lost my appetite.
I'm gonna go write an apology to
all those cows and chickens mothers.