Hi. You don't eat soup. You drink it. Like seriously. How do you eat soup?!?!? Some of you may say well what about the veggies and stuff in the soup. Well the veggies isn't the soup. You eat the veggies, and drink the soup! Simple as that. #DailyRubbishDiscussion
You eat it all separate?! No, I shovel it all into my mouth. I don't eat the bits and then delicately sip the broth. I shovel that crap like a hungry man, let's go. When hangry hits, ain't nobody got time for that.
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