If I can manage to not gag myself with the tines of that fork while I'm eating broth, my life is improved forever.
Did I say soul? I meant SOUP. Peer into my soup. Isn't it pretty?
You never know where he's going to show up. He's a big dude, but he gets around.
You don't scare me! Now get knife involved and I might be persuaded.
Ugh, my weak metropolitan wrists can't handle the spoon method. Give me electric or give me nothing.
Hey, let go of my spoon! I need that back!
I prefer to try to scoop food up in a real, mittened hand rather than a mitten shaped spoon.
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