True story: As a child, if my taco fell apart mid-meal, I would start crying. In case you hadn’t pieced it together by now, I was a fat child.
If only I’d had this set of taco plates then (just $US8 for 6!), I could have made a serious run for juvenile diabetes. Instead, I’m sitting here with a slightly high but reasonable BMI, repressing my crushed dreams/tacos with Freudian levels of emotional aloofness.
It’s OK. I don’t need your pity. [Solutions via CrunchGear]