I can’t make fun of this Dinner Spinner. I feel in my bones (dainty), brain (enormous) and heart (cavity) that I should, but it’s a pretty accurate representation of how I eat, minus the Spam. And to be honest (I would never!), that’s just because I can’t figure out how to open the can.
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