Maybe he had been raised within an orphanage? Or by wolves? Or by hamsters? Needs to be hamsters…they shop chewed food inside their cheeks, appropriate?
While we imagined an animated Disney scene where pretty, anthropomorphized woodland pets sang to a new Antonio concerning the need for rationing, we consumed in silence. Well, to be clear: we ate, while Antonio practiced some odd as a type of hamster bulimia. We viewed with eyes wide as my date took four more bites, and consequentially eliminated FOUR MORE chunks of chewed steak them to his bread plate from him mouth, and then moved. We stared at their full bowl of masticated meat, and noticed I’d to express one thing. Continue reading “Honestly, i did son’t understand, but we nodded anyhow.”