Hungry Hungry Hippo
I pack enough food to take with me to work to feed three normal size adult males. It is 1:38 p.m. on Friday. And I have eaten every last piece of food I brought. All of it. And I'm looking for more. It's not a pretty sight, so if you see me, stay far away, unless you come with offerings of sustenance. Otherwise, I just might bite the hand that doesn't feed me.
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