Hurry Up and Ship My “Major Award” Willya?

I’m sorry, folks. I can’t help it. I’m helpless against continuing to make fun of the sugar addicted, essential fatty acid and protein deprived brains of The Vegan Menace. I mean, c’mon; what am I, some slave to every silly pronouncement? Well, perhaps. Someone asked in a recent comment why I bother. I guess I…