Dec 25, 2017
Making my first crown roast this year! It’s at least 10lbs and has been marinating all day in a sage, rosemary and lemon zest (straight from my mom’s garden) paste! Merry Christmas!!!
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Making my first crown roast this year! It’s at least 10lbs and has been marinating all day in a sage, rosemary and lemon zest (straight from my mom’s garden) paste! Merry Christmas!!!
Hey guys. I'm a grown man, 24 years old. Just wanted you to know that I got up this morning to eat raw pork for breakfast!
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Leaving Position: Tired of being harassed by meat-eating coworkers
Dear <Boss>,
I am writing to inform you that I will be leaving <Company> effective immediately. I transitioned to veganism a few years ago, and had thoroughly enjoyed my new lifestyle, prior to starting to work here. While I don’t mind that the office parties feature non-vegan cake for most occasions, it was a little upsetting when that was the cake provided for my own birthday celebration. Additionally, having coworkers walk by my desk every day, displaying the large, greasy hunks of flesh they intend to consume to me, asking if I’m “jealous yet” or if I miss it “just a little bit” turn my stomach. It’s bad enough to have to smell it being heated up and eaten at desks around the office, but the additional effort some of my coworkers have put forward to make me feel uncomfortable crosses the line between “joking around” and harassment. The beef trebuchet pointed at my car was inventive, if terrible, and the constant “raw pork surprises” I found hidden in my desk drawer, gym locker, and coat pockets were just terrible. However, the practice of sprinkling bacon salt on every pen in the supply closet only to yell “Gotcha!” when I chew on the end of one was the last straw. I’m going to find a workplace more closely aligned with my values, and I hope this building burns down in a grease fire.
Bacon is for Death,
<Your Name>