So here’s the thing–Jerry Jones is like 150 years old and grew up in Arkansas.
It’s not surprising that he’d have a more…gamey diet than most.
People in that part of the country don’t go to the grocery store.
It’s not surprising that one of Jerry Jones' favorite meals is squirrel.
I’m not going to shit on eating squirrel.
Maybe a bit of an acquired taste, but I’m sure they make it work.
With that being said…the squirrel brain just seems like you’re really playing a dangerous game.
You eat the brain of one fucked up squirrel and it might scramble your own brain for good.
Like some sort of mad squirrel disease.
Or maybe he’s been eating so many squirrel brains that now he thinks he’s a squirrel himself.
All I’m saying is that everything is starting to add up.
By the way–I still don’t know if I could bring myself to try raccoon.
But it doesn’t look like the worst thing in the world once it’s cooked.
Maybe just don’t tell me it’s raccoon meat until well after the fact.
