A-rod, don't hang your head in shame.  You're just a baseball player who shot up steroids/growth hormones.  You wanted to be the best.  Like the chicken farmers.
How do chickens go from egg to super market in six weeks?  Growth hormones!  Anybody not a vegee is doing growth hormones, A-rod.  So don't hang your head or cave or go seriously before a congressional committee.
If you do have to, after a long period of giggling, say this to them:  Anybody here eat chicken?   
Little boy, you say he's not your hero anymore.  Say, little kid, do you eat chicken? By any chance? How about hamburgers?
I am a Cat Woman. My self-appointed mission in life is to save the feline world! To accomplish this mission, I get cats fixed. Perhaps my mission might be slightly delusional. This blog is a mishmash of wishful thinking, rants, experiences as I remember them and of course, cat stories and cat photos. I have a nonprofit now, to help keep the cats here cared for and to fix community cats. Happy Cat Club formed in 2015. Currently, we are on a mission to fix 10,000 cats.
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