Yet another Human-Flesh-In-The-Food story, but this is for real

[AllyOops!]

Three emotions, or feelings rather, surfaced within me whilst reading this..

1.) The Ick Factor
Because it's just unfortunate and friggin' foul, really. Poor fella.

2.) The Puh-leeze Factor
If I ever found finger flesh on my burger, and God willing I never do, I wouldn't even think of calling the police unless I suspected something criminal went down in the kitchen. And by criminal activity in the kitchen, I certainly don't mean the recent addition of the pecan crusted chicken salad to the menu. *Ack*

3.) The Yum Factor
Because the boneless buffalo wings at Friday's (sans flesh digit) really do rock.