I don’t know about you but every time I go out to eat…..every time. I always end up with the bent up fork, the one that should have been thrown away 2 weeks ago. And it never fails I could be at a wedding reception, a dinner party at someone’s house, a nice restaurant or a dive bar and with out doubt the bad bent up fork ends up in front of yours truly. I think it started off when I was a kid my Mom used to serve our dinner and 9 out ten days a piece of something ended up in my milk. Maybe it should be a sign I spend too much time around food?
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