I once worked in an abbatoir, downsides included crappy pay, lots of hard work, and bloody awful hours.
On the upside I got some wicked steak really cheap.
So yes, I could quite cheerfully eat meat I've killed and prepared myself.
Carla - "Are you familiar with the term 'delusions of grandeur'?"
Janitor - "I belive I coined that phrase."
"What's got two thumbs and dosn't give a crap? Bob Kelso, nice to meet you"
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