Imagine the unabashed joy that must have taken place at PETA HQ a few minutes after the tragic demise of heroic 3 year old filly Eight Belles.
‘Finally!’, they certainly exclaimed.
Now they can pursue yet another shameless publicity grab at the expense of the memory of a terrific, proud champion.
Animal rights are all well & good, of course…well, unless that gets in the way of a Firecracker Bone-In Ribeye at Smith & Wollensky. Then, it’s every cow for him or herself.
In the distinguished name of the newly late, revered thoroughbred Eight Belles, Clubhouse Cancer demands that PETA shut the everloving fuck up.
