HH Dalai Lama with the saffron robes and bald head… Glasses... Your Holiness, you have hot wing sauce on the corner of your mouth.
Me and the Lama have been watching basketball and eating hot wings. A lot of hot wings. Then we got a meat lover’s pizza. Then we ate some pigs in a blanket (literally—we were both under a blanket eating bacon). His Holiness loves meat.
You seem surprised.
What? Can’t a guy eat the flesh from some sentient beings from time to time? Why the third degree?! Jesus! Look, he tried to be vegetarian, owing to the fact that eating meat seems to go against his principals, but he got jaundice and had some gall bladder trouble. Also, ain’t that many vegetables in Tibet. So, his doctor recommended eating the flesh of slaughtered calves, or lamb, or fish. And, hey, why not a few chickens?
What?! His DOCTOR told him to do that!
So, with meat prescription in hand, we ordered some atomic hot wings and watched the playoffs together. His Holiness said he likes to watch the cheerleaders.
Google it if you like.