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I'll just catch a fish, if you don't mind. You can cease your advertising. Its no longer appreciated. You should feel ashamed. That's well deserved.
So in a way it's chickens shaped like their very distant ancestors.
There's something to ponder while eating them.
Though you might want to lay off the processed food. Anal and rectum cancer are legit long-term risks. Sorry to be a buzzkill.
Thank you, I am at peace now.
:)
Being an adult is largely about acceptance. Of self, and of the world. This includes (but is far from limited to) coming to peace with juvenile pleasures. When you're an older kid or even a teenager, you'll naturally want to separate yourself from stuff like this (and early childhood cartoons and stuff), and that's ok. That's the time for branching out and exploring new ideas that a young mind isn't suited for, and there's no room for childish things. But when you reach adulthood, if you've developed well, you should slowly lose the drive to prove to yourself that you're not a kid anymore. Those teenage years were an important part of developing self-acceptance, but now that you have it, your tastes have no need to be limited in that way anymore.
A well-adjusted adult tries the dino nuggets and decides for themselves. As well as the ribeye.