Step AWAY from the Salad Bar!

I find it hard to be attracted to vegetarians.

To me, sex is primal, just like being a carnivore. I can sink my teeth into just about any kind of thigh, but if the only rib you're gonna offer me is a celery one, I draw the line.

Imagine fucking like rabbits with your friendly neighbourhood vegetarian. What do you eat after, alfalfa? C'mon.

Me, I go with the protein every time.

Funnily, I have yet to fuck a vegetarian. Funny how that works.

(Ah, well, that could soon change. Maybe I'll be enlightened. But then again, I'm always that person at the party who mocks the vegetarian and reminds them that Adolph Hitler, too, was a veggiefiend.)