Go. I can't stand banana butts. Or hot dog butts. And I really don't like bread butts.
But I used to feel like I needed to be a bread butt martyr. I'd eat them, even though I hate them. Simply so someone else didn't need to. I'm realizing that I do that with a lot of things. I'll choose what I don't like if I feel that decision will be better for others in some way.
But I had an epiphany about the butts: Some sacrifices just don't need to be made.
Bread butts simply do not need to be eaten. By anyone. So I stopped taking one for the team and started giving the butts to the birds.
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