Friday Night Man Flesh

I am sure many of you are wondering why Friday Night Man Flesh did not appear last week. The reason is because *BITCH* decided to stage a protest in front of Mitchieville City Hall last Friday night. Though we have worked tirelessly to correct the gender imbalance that exists in Mitchieville, our caring organization has yet to receive a single dime of taxpayer dollars. *BITCH* did not complain until an inside source revealed a recent decision by city council to direct $150,000 to a group of Vegansexuals.

Vegansexuals are people who do not eat any meat or animal products, and who choose not to be sexually intimate with non-vegan partners whose bodies, they say, are made up of dead animals.

It's a well known fact that I'm a vegetarian, but when it comes to steamy man flesh, it's okay if that man flesh also happens to be "a graveyard for animals." So *BITCH* got mad and we thrust our arms forward and upward for a handout.

One of my faithful servants, pictured to the right, attended the protest. He is usually content with the vegetarian meals he is fed, but on this occasion I instructed him to bring along some sausage to spite the vegansexuals and their exclusionary agenda. Climate change activists in the vicinity were visibly shaken when they witnessed my most faithful servant waving his large piece of sausage towards City Hall. They were also upset that each and every participant of the *BITCH* protest failed to drive but chose to walk instead. Since we had decided to surround City Hall, why not make it a multi-protest event?

Afterwards, I returned home and received a foot massage from another faithful servant, Moose. Like the faithful servant pictured above, this one also eyes the left with suspicion.

After a satisfying foot massage from Moose, I went to check on another servant of mine who dared to support the green bin initiative. He is atoning for his sins in the basement. One of my reeducation techniques is to play "I Don't Recycle no More" continuously. Note he is looking lustfully to the right.


Meanwhile, my bodyguard and his posse look to the right

and the left:


I, Lisa, multicultural resident of London and Mitchieville, and founding member of *BITCH*, accept rolled coins, cash, Paypal, Canadian Tire money, checks, Visa, Mastercard, American Express, and lottery tickets from corner store vendors residing in Ontario.