In a rush today, I went to the cupboard, with the phone wedged between my shoulder and ear, wondering what the kids were giggling about in the next room, and thinking to myself, "I'm hungry, I feel like some tuna".
My wife buys all sorts of tuna, with fancy flavours in it, and all different shapes, sizes, and colours. I open the drawer we keep the tuna in, grab the first tin, still with the phone on my ear, and sit down, and rip the lid off the tin, and stick a fork in it.
About 3 mouthfuls later (yes it took that long), I look down at the label of what has to be the worst flavour of tuna yet, to see the words "Fancy Feast".
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