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Food, Food Everywhere Nor Any Bite to Eat

OG

• 2 min read
That Coleridge guy sure knew what he was talking about.

Hello, your favourite baby blogger here again. I'm sure you've been wondering what I'm up to, what with the authorities hogging all the space on this site. So let me tell you, they're starving me. That's right. And I've got the pictures to prove it too!

Last weekend we hit the town for some greasy junk food dinner and ice cream and what did moi get? Bupkus.

I wonder what that red stuff tastes like. I'm sure it's delicious...

It didn't matter how long and hard I stared at all the yummy treats. The authorities simply ignored me. Worse, they actually thought my pleading eyes were funny! HA! There's nothing funny about this torture, lemme tell ya.

Coffee you say? With ice cream? That sounds delicious. Sign me up.
Okay, now move your hand just a little bit closer, a little bit more...

The other morning I was so hungry I had to resort to desperate measures: frog legs and fluffy ducks. Any sustenance will do at this point!

Jump! Jump right into my mouth!
Tastes fuzzy with a soupçon of grey... Not a bad combination.

Yes, dear reader, I have been reduced to eating stuffed animals and my own hands. MY OWN HANDS! It is a disgrace. (Well that, and I get milk from the catering lady. Obviously. But just milk?! If they'd at least give it some chocolate flavouring every once in a while...) I'm getting in touch with customer services and give them a piece of my mind.