Leave the last piece? What about me?!!
What happens to the last piece left behind? Have we considered its' feelings? We do now.
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Look at me, the classic American lunch. Who the fuck put zuccini on me? I mean really, I could have sworn that only fatty meats, mushrooms, and extra extra queso was allowed. Clearly I am not from NYC. What’s the deal with the coke? Everyone knows if you scarf my fatty goodness down, you have to couple me with no-calorie, toxicly sweeten beverage. Bring on the diet doctor pepper and for jebus’ sake, someone eat me. If I have to spend forever in a landfill with Mr. Coca - Cola, I might just go insane. :-(