[size=+0]It was just another of those really fucked up days at the meat processing plant. Another day of knocking [/size][size=+0]drugged up cows over the head with a metal bar, quickly slicing off their heads before they can wake up and call [/size][size=+0]their lawyers, and stripping the flesh off their bones to sell to flaccid motherfuckers who can't go on living if they [/size][size=+0]haven't eaten at the BBQ restaurant of their choice and billed it to the company because they mentioned how their [/size][size=+0]day was to the bitch they're screwing, and are claiming it as a business expense...not realizing that the IRS has got [/size][size=+0]one mother of a small camera up the ass of every American citizen since their last unnecessary rectal exam, and are [/size][size=+0]actually keeping track of all the shit that floats by on the way to polluting our natural fuckin' resources, man!