Tried that once. When my meal was missing the next day, my inquiry was answered by telling me African children are thankful for my donation.
When my meal was missing the next day, my inquiry was answered by telling me African children are thankful for my donation.
When I was little I didn't want my lunch one day and my mother gave my dinner to starving children in Africa. :-)
Punctuated with it being one of my favorite meals at the time.
I was a stubborn shit, I'd have been all bloated with hunger and flies crawling on my face with them begging me to take a bite in a few weeks. But that never came up because I just ate what they put in front of me. My parents, as chuckleheaded as they could be, at least never played head games with food.
I usually just got sent to my room. Didn't have to eat it.
You didn't happen to reside at a facility in Pasadena in the 1980's, did you?
Your parents are/were shit.
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