Once upon a time, a few years ago, I decided that I wanted to be a vegetarian. I wasn't really a fan of red meat so I figured it would work... plus I just wanted to tell people I was a vegetarian.
I don't know why.
Anyway, about a week later I was thinking to myself, "You know, I should probably eat poultry. Chicken is good for you and it's not like it's a cow or anything. It barely even counts as meat!"
So I became a vegetarian who ate chicken. On rare occasions. When I could afford it. (I was a single, poor, college student at the time) That had a good run. I was feeling strong, healthy, proud of my new status as a pseudo-vegetarian when bam!
Junior Bacon Cheeseburger
Thus ends The Time I was a Vegetarian.