03 Feb 04
Originally posted by PhlabibitI guess he is trying to say that me and chancremechanic are the chicken brothers and that we eat the whole bucket of chicken
¡Vi a los hermanos de pollo comen un cubo entero!
[b]¡Redacte! ¡Un cubo Cada! [/b]
I believe it redactar not redacte if you are making an announcement and I believe it un cubo cada uno.🙄
03 Feb 04
Originally posted by slimjimI used to work with these 7' twins... very big guys.
I guess he is trying to say that me and chancremechanic are the chicken brothers and that we eat the whole bucket of chicken
I believe it redactar not redacte if you are making an announcement and I believe it un cubo cada uno.🙄
We went to lunch at a KFC and one of the brothers went up and got a Bucket of Chicken. The other brother went up and also got a whole bucket! They ate the whole thing, each of them!
The rest is history.... Los Hermanos Pollo!
P-
03 Feb 04
Originally posted by PhlabibitOk. I stand corrected. My apologies.😵
I used to work with these 7' twins... very big guys.
We went to lunch at a KFC and one of the brothers went up and got a Bucket of Chicken. The other brother went up and also got a whole bucket! They ate the whole thing, each of them!
The rest is history.... Los Hermanos Pollo!
P-
03 Feb 04
Originally posted by biggbigg,
What the world needs more cheap garbage.
It amazes me this world.
I feel for those chickens.
Big G.
while some people go out of their way to demonstrate that they don't care about the cruelty issues, many are equally adamant in refusing to give credence to the very real health hazards.
the article below from the san francisco gate, somewhat amusingly, comments on this latter tendency. the article is directed primarily at the american fast food industry and so applies equally well to kfc.
in friendship,
prad
http://sfgate.com/cgi-bin/article.cgi?f=/g/a/2004/01/30/notes013004.DTL&nl=fix
Tastes Like (Mutant) Chicken
The great McDonald's diet test, and why Ukrainians won't touch your buffalo wings
By Mark Morford, SF Gate Columnist
So then from way, way over there in Ukraine comes this hilarious bit about how the country's customs officials just confiscated a whopping 19 tons of frozen U.S. chicken parts that smugglers claimed was sugar.
That's right: The crooks were trying to smuggle American-grown chicken into Ukraine territory, which is all well and good except it's very illegal, given how the U.S. genetically modifies billions of its chickens and injects them with hormones and chemicals and toxins and feeds them ground-up chicken parts mixed with chicken feces and saws off their beaks and packs them by the tens of thousands into tiny nauseating disease-ridden cages in massive "Matrix"-like hellhole factory farms and treats them worse than you treat a skin boil.
Ukraine refuses to take this crap. U.S. officials insist our factory-farmed chicken is safe to eat. Ukrainian officials look at U.S. officials like they are childish Neanderthal idiots who must take the Ukrainian officials to be simpletons and fools.
U.S. officials sneer and pout and stamp their feet and say eat our stupid noxious chicken parts goddammit. Ukrainian officials note how most of the U.S. officials are pale and sickly and obese and diabetic and precancerous and impotent and prematurely balding and sort of homely and piggish, and how seven of them just dropped dead on the spot from heart attacks just from stomping their angry little feet like that because they've eaten so many toxic chicken parts and now their bodies are saying, you know, screw you, I'm outta here.
America, of course, does not give a damn about Ukraine. America laughs at such petty Euro foolishness, as we slaughter billions of toxic hormoned chickens a year and happily munch away on fried/liquefied/reconstituted/McNuggeted garbage food by the ton and say see? See Ukrainian snob fools? We aren't dropping dead! We are just fine! Ha! We are still big strong superpower, cough cough groan hack spit!
Except that we're not. Except that every day millions in this country wonder why they feel so sluggish and drained and ill, or why cancer and diabetes and heart disease and a thousand other ailments plague our big healthy superpower nation, when in fact much of the answer is right there, in our little Styrofoam boxes and in that greasy paper bucket or in that Safeway grocery bag or wrapped in that oily paper with all the little taco logos all over it. Our nation wears its denial like a bad neon suit.
Here is another angle. There is this new movie. A documentary called "Super Size Me." It appears to be part comedy, part tragedy, all horrific. One young filmmaker, Morgan Spurlock, becomes a fast-food guinea pig, deciding to eat only McDonald's food three times a day -- breakfast, lunch and dinner -- for one solid month, and record the effects.
Maybe you can guess what happens. Except it's far worse than you might imagine.
Spurlock's body, in short, disintegrates. Within a few days of starting the McDiet, he is vomiting out the car window. He not only adds 25 pounds of flab to his formerly healthy 6-foot-2-inch, 185-pound frame, but his skin turns blotchy and pale, he becomes weak and tired, his body begins to revolt.
Even more disturbing, his liver becomes highly toxic, his cholesterol skyrockets from 165 to 230, his libido drops and he suffers headaches and depression and the general disgust and nontitillation of his girlfriend.
Spurlock's body simply could not process all the toxins, all the hormones and binding agents and chemical fillers and reconstituted meats and insect parts and miscellaneous organs and slaughterhouse by-products, all the inorganic substances and fake scents and "natural" flavorings that are actually 100 percent synthetic and manufactured in New Jersey.
Maybe Ukraine -- and much of civilized, non-GMO Europe -- is on to something. Maybe they already understand what Spurlock's movie makes even more obvious and what we as a nation still insist on denying in favor of blindly ingesting more highly processed foods and greasy cholesterol bombs that we don't have to cook or think about or consider the consequences of until it's too late: that we are, in fact, poisoning ourselves to death.
We consume, by the truckload, what most of civilized Europe considers toxic contraband, on a par with heroin or kiddie porn or Lynne Cheney. We consider ourselves omnipotent and untouchable and the world's paragon of virile capitalist vitality, when in fact the world sees us as this giant flaccid flabby glutton who blindly believes everything the McDonald's marketing slogans spits our way. I'm lovin' it!
We hear what we want to hear. The nastiest and most powerful and most flagrant abusers of impotent FDA regulation, such as Monsanto and ConAgra and Iowa Beef Packers, will grin sinisterly and tell you it's all fine and there's nothing wrong with genetic engineering and hormones and radiated meats, even as they quietly recall another 10 million tons of E. coli-laden beef and pick their teeth with the bones of your sick children.
Irony bonus round: Ukraine, by comparison to America, suffers from a huge array of social woes, economic and environmental and social. It is unstable and somewhat desperate, still recovering from the Chernobyl reactor meltdown and from dissing angry Mother Russia a decade back and trying to go it alone.
They are a nation in turmoil. They are developing and recovering and little like the bright and powerful USA. And, yet, even Ukraine won't eat our damn chicken. Gosh, we say, what the hell is wrong with them?
Gosh, we should be saying, what the hell is wrong with us?
03 Feb 04
Originally posted by pradtfThis must be before the Ukranians keel over from liver disease after drinking all that vodka.
bigg,
while some people go out of their way to demonstrate that they don't care about the cruelty issues, many are equally adamant in refusing to give credence to the very real health hazards.
the article below from the san francisco gate, somewhat amusingly, comments on this latter tendency. the article is directed primarily at the american fast food ...[text shortened]... what the hell is wrong with them?
Gosh, we should be saying, what the hell is wrong with us?