Splog

I wonder who it was that thought up the creation of hotdogs and sausages… I mean, drugs or alcohol SURELY were involved in the decision to state aloud, “ok guys, now just hear me out on this one: lets grind up a pig, stuff the puree into the entrails of said pig and then, get this, EAT IT.” The whole idea really makes me want to be a conceptual artist so that it doesn’t sound odd when my last testament and will are read aloud to my next-of-kin stating that I’d like my body to be ground up and stuffed into my own colon not unlike some sort of perverse meat-enema. Something tells me I should get a hold of Damien Hirst before its too late.