A Little Old for a Bib
My exmormon friend can’t even eat without dribbling food everywhere. I don’t know what’s wrong with him. There’s this spot on his shirt that always has food on it and we joke about what the stain of the day is. One day it’s mustard. Another day ketchup. Today it was gyro sauce. I asked him if he wanted an adult bib, but he didn’t think it was funny. He said he would rather eat with his shirt off. I don’t think anyone wants to see the exmormon eat with his shirt off. It will ruin their appetite. Well, my appetite especially.
