Ah, Amateur's story just made me remember one.

I grew up on a dairy farm, but we had pigs and all that. When we gave up the dairy and switched to horses (Crowley killed us and to this day I won't drink it) we gave our pigs to my cousin. Well what do you do with pigs? You slaughter them. There must be bacon in this world! So my cousin's place is pretty close to a main road that cuts his property in half. His pen is just on the side of the road. Well this particular day he'd culled out a few for the table.

Don't know if ya'll have ever slaughtered anything before, but here's how we do it. He shot them first, we don't use the heads at all, they go to the dogs, so we killed them first, then strung them up by their feet and bled them out while hanging off the hooks onhis tractor bucket. He recently had a back injury and couldn't hoist them up the barn rafters like he usually does, so the tractor seemed a good enough idea.

This woman with NJ license plates is driving by taking pictures of the farm (its just so scenic to them... ugh) when all of a sudden she comes to a screeching halt in the road. She gets out and starts majorly yelling at my cousin for "torturing those poor animals." He walked up to her, took off his hatand said kindly, "Ma'am, just where do you think your pork comes from?" I was rolling on the ground. Especially when she called the police. The sherrif shows up for an animal abuse call, LMAO, and tells her the same thing. "Ma'am, this is how bacon is made." I honestly had to run to the bathroom after that because I just couldn't take it anymore

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Story # 2:

Again, inspired by Amatuer's story:

We have this little grocery store that is the only one in our area unless you want to drive an hour to get to the nearest walmart. When I say small, I mean its got 4 aisles and a full butcher shop in the back. Well since its a butcher shop, and the cows, pigs, chickens, ducks, whatever come from just up the street, they're whole when they get there. There's a big walk-in freezer that's about the size of my apartment with the animals just hanging there. When someone comes in and orders something the butcher will just go in the back, hack it off, bring it up front and clean it, then package it. Some days when he's getting really behind he'll bring the whole animal out onto the block and cut the whole thing up so he doesn't have to do it later. He was in the process of cutting up a cow when this woman (NYC B*#*#) comes in and starts going pale. I was standing next to her waiting for some ground beef when all of a sudden she pukes all over the place and starts dry heaving after that. I was in uniform and asked her what was wrong and she started crying and said "I can't believe you people treat animals like that, those poor defenseless things" I told her "Have a nice day Ma'am and maybe you outta think twice before shopping up here"

City people are hilarious to watch, horrible to deal with.