That’s kinda how I feel about sweet and sour chicken. I think it’s better without the sauce, and I frequently wonder what it’d be like if it was pork, but I’m afriad to ask it to change for me since it’s its own person too. I guess I just want it to want to try being pork for my sake, kinda as a token of its love for me, but I think that might be me just being selfish.
It doesn’t help that its cousin is a chikfila cow and always has these stories of the good life for it either. I have no idea why he married that stupid cunt anyway. She’s virtually illiterate.