Many people would consider me a “Tremendomeatatarian”, which was a word invented by dinosaur comics to describe someone who only ate meat that was delicious. That doesn’t describe me.
I don’t eat vegetables, never have.
The only exceptions, if you can really consider them exceptions, are salsa (which I maybe eat once a year, and I don’t eat the chunky parts, just dip the chip in it to get it spicy) and the Curly Fries from Arbys (they aren’t vegetables, they’re in their own food group).
I’m surprisingly healthy despite this fact! I have maintained this diet since I was born, despite my poor parents’ best efforts. I am 6 feet and 3 inches tall, about 175 pounds, and live a healthy and active lifestyle.
Why don’t I eat veggies? I don’t look at them as food, in the classical sense. They don’t appear to be food to me, however I joke and say that I don’t eat them on the grounds that they can’t fight back if I attack them, therefore it’s unfair to eat them, as opposed to a cow, which is actually about 4 times bigger than the average adult male homo-sapien. Also, fruits are generally evolved delicious for procreative purposes, ie. an apple is eaten by a horse, shat by said horse, and a new tree grows where the turd falls. This means that, since you play a vital role in the process of allowing the plant to continue it’s life, it’s okay. However, if you eat a carrot, that carrot is dead. Forever. Not cool.
But the REAL reason is because they’re gross.
So ask me about my bizarro diet.



