It’s often said to my boy that I look hungry. That I look like I haven’t eaten in awhile. That I look like I need to put some meat on my bones and the puns go on and on. Just to put the issue to rest, I want you all to see how well my boy cares for me. Here we are having a picnic in the living room.
The boy makes sure I have a well-rounded died of fruits, vegetables and proteins. Oh and that hot dog there? No worries. It’s all-beef.
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