No offense Noel, this is not aimed at you, but this veggie bacon discussion reminds me of when I was with a group of my best old high school friends in our early 50s for our own three-day mini-reunion, and we decided we wanted pizza late on a very long road trip one evening. There was one person who was not part of our gang of six, but she knew one of the guys and had asked if she could tag along that day. She was a beautiful, new-age, self-absorbed, vegan, rawtarian young woman who then tried to force us to have raw "pizza" instead of PIZZA. We wanted pizza. Her beauty and lucious breasts no doubt convinced her she could always get her way with men, and she was shocked when she met stiff resistance. She had delayed our entire group repeatedly during the course of our trip, had tried to dominate conversation all day, and she clearly suffered from narcissistic personality disorder. She ignored multiple comments along the lines of, "Helen, it may be great, and sometime we'd like to try it, but tonight we want REAL pizza, and raw "pizza" isn't real pizza, and we. do. not. want. it. tonight. I grew up near New Haven, going regularly to Frank Pepe's Pizzaria Napolitana, so I know what a real pie is! Finally, my blood boiled when, undeterred, she actually tried to force her way by then saying, "Give me the phone; I'll call in the order. You HAVE to try it!". I was driving, we were all very hungry and surly at this point, and not slightly amused by 27 year-old Helen. So I spoke loudly and said, "Rob, don't give her the phone. We clearly have a consensus with only one objection, and I don't care how often Helen gets her way with men because of her big t!ts, but I'm driving and we are not going to her raw pizza place. Please call and order up our pies." My friends cheered and poor Helen didn't speak again.
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