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| Me with Grandma on her 98th birthday |
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| Grandma and Boris |
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| Bill and Mr. Pig at The Stockyards |
Mom, Dad, Bill, and I visited the Stockyards in OKC. That's where pigs and cattle are held until slaughtertime. The acrid
smell of blood doesn't hang in the air like it did decades ago. That would be the only improvement. Look at those poor cows.
They're thinking, "It's REALLY unnecessary to eat me. My fatty flesh will raise your cholesterol, blood pressure, and possibly
body weight. You'll also get big doses of growth hormones and antibiotics. Do us all a favor. Go eat some beans."
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| These cows really don't want to be eaten. They just want to eat grass and poop. |
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| Dad auditioning for a revival production of Singing in the Rain |
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| Chairs at the OKC Monument |
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| Charles is very sorry that so many innocent people lost their lives because of some angry idiots. |
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