This one is actually true. Well, at least, I think it is. I believe I have two stomachs. One that eats food and stuff and another just for dessert.
I’m not kiddin’. I could eat a whole Thanksgiving dinner. Shirt buttons poppin’. Pant clasp burstin’. Feeling like a stuffed Care Bear. Yet the second the dessert is placed on the table I am knee-deep in pumpkin pie, apple pie, apple crumb pie, etc. And let’s not forget, ICE CREAM. I mean that is the perfect thing to wash it all down.
So one Thanksgiving I began to wonder. Where the frak is all this food going? If I feel stuffed, how can I still eat? Gotta be another stomach. That’s my strange mutant power. Share yours.