Peace and the Scales of Delicious

last night i had dove for dinner. after slurping up my fish bladder soup (which tastes like warm runny eggs and i'd definitely order again), the waiter brought out the main course. it looked like they had flash fried a skinned pidgeon and put it on a plate, as it was completely intact. i was surprised to see they left the head, but not nearly as surprised as that bird must have been just a few minutes before. i worked my way from the legs and thighs up to the wings and breast, which was quite good (it tasted way better than anus). but because there wasn't much meat, i was still hungry. so i looked the bird of peace in the eye... and then poked it out and ate it. not bad. but my evil mind then wondered what a peaceful mind tastes like so i cracked open the skull, squeezing it between my thumb and index finger, and searched through it looking for the brain. i couldn't find it.

...and that's why i believe peace is dumb.