I don’t know, but I always found the idea of driving up to a window to order legs, thighs and breasts kind of creepy. What’s next, fast food prostitutes? Let’s take a little trip to “The Heifer Ranch”, located far, far away in the Mojave Desert.
“Yes, I’d like a leg please, just one, the right if you have it.”
“Would you like to prepare it sir?”
“Look, just because I want to eat the cow, doesn’t mean I want to slaughter it. You slay it, I’ll devour it, okay.”