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Please don’t eat me…


I was sitting in the pub yesterday, minding my own business, eating my dessert, when suddenly this appeared on my plate:

Face in my dessert

How am I supposed to finish my meal when it’s looking at me like that?

Author: bevchen

No longer twenty-something, but still unmarried and unchildrened, English girl. After 8 and a half years in Germany, I'm now trying to figure out life in Switzerland! I work at a translation company and am slightly obsessed with books and travel. I also cross stitch.

6 thoughts on “Please don’t eat me…

  1. Whoa…please tell me it didn’t start talking, too.

  2. hahaha! that would have freaked me out entirely! qhich option did you go with – stop eating or swirl and smash it til you could pretend it was never there, then scarf down the lot before you could think about it anymore?!

    • I kind of tried to eat around it, then I got too close and it changed into a weird grinning face with lopsided eyes! (Wish I’d thought to get a photo ofthat, too.) That was the stage where I quickly stirred it around and demolished the rst before anything else could happen!

  3. Haha that’s hilarious that it just appeared like that! That face is so full of emotion.

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