I knew there was a reason vegans annoyed me.

People are allowed to eat whatever they want. But when they make it my problem—or kill their baby—I get pissed.

Every once in a while, a vegetarian will lean over and politely explain why their salad and cheese dinner is better than my cheeseburger, and usually I agree with them. Honestly, if I could become a vegetarian, I would. But I’m Italian. I was eating meatballs before I could walk. Take away my meat and carbs and I will fall into depression faster than Lindsay Blohan without her coke.

But vegans. Vegans are another story. You might get mad at me, the real vegans reading this, but I’m not your biggest fan. I have never met a vegan who didn’t feel like serving up a sermon.

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