We went to Fuddrucker's for G.H.'s birthday. B.M. and G.H. both ordered one pound burgers.
Good lord, I wanted to vomit.
B.M. is not a small man. G.H. is.
B.M. finished his without much trouble.
G.H. got tired of eating it, but wasn't actually full. He ate some fries without difficulty. So much meat.
We sat there for ten minutes watching him finish the last two bites, plus many gulps of water to try to cram it down his gullet.
These burgers were larger than J.E.'s head, and the baby has a significantly baby-sized head.
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I got stuck for a post due to events beyond my control, plus a healthy dose of Picross DS. There is a post I've been working on for a while, but that's not quite ready for posting, and you'll understand why when you read it (it will eventually get posted, if only because it's something I think you all should know about me, but it's not something I find easy to talk about. And, surprise, surprise, it concerns law school.)
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