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Ah... weird people.

God love 'em.
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Sam - of Philadelphia - chokes:
Why do they call some ham "semi-boneless ham", i mean it's either boneless or it's not, right?

The Human Responds:
Sam... where have you been for the last several decades? Haven't you sat by and watched unscrupulous ambulance chasers choke the Wheels of Justice with frivolous litigation for exorbitant sums of money?

Hearken back to this memory: you're a young happy child sitting at the dinner table, the smell of cooked fish permeates the air. Mom serves you some fish. Little Sam pipes, "Is it boned or boneless, Mommy?"

"It's boneless, dear," she replies with a smile and an affectionate pat on your head.

You take your fork and cut off a piece of the baked fillet. You smile broadly as you stick it in your mouth. You eagerly bite down. You bleed profusely when one of those little rib bones pierces the roof of your mouth. You cry.

But because it's dear ol' Mom, you don't sue.

Now if that fish came from Your Mom's Fish Corporation, you'd hog-tie them with litigation for several million dollars in compensation.

That, my good questioner, is why meat products are labeled "semi-boneless." They're just covering their spineless backs.

 
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