Being a vegetarian, it's sorta like being a eunuch.

Sometimes conversations just feel like a giant game of Telephone. We wonder what Freud would have to say about this misunderstanding…

In the serving line for Bhakti Club‘s Tuesday night dinners:

Server 1: Didn’t I tell you? I had to stop being a vegetarian because I was…*mumble mumble*

Server 2: A eunuch?

Server 1: Nooo, anemic.

The Sultana Served by her Eunuchs via Wikimedia Commons