Phase I: Darling little lucie preparing for her evening meal. She's looking all daint and proper. Probably wondering where her tea, crumpets and doyle napking are.
Phase II: Poppy dares little proper lucie that she can't shovel handfuls of mac-n-cheese, raisins, and crackers in her mouth. Lucie quickly takes the challenge and begins her ritual mouth exercises to stretch the opening for bigger loads.
Phase III: Victorious!!! Lucie exclaims as she spews food all over poppy. She won easily by being able to shove her entire fist into her mouth to deposit food straight into her esophagous...bypassing all need to chew and swallow. Her little happy dance ensued as she followed with a little chant "I can't eat fatter than my fatty fatass father (f to the 3rd power). I have to be honest...I was destroyed. I may have a fatass but it's awfully nice :)
//tim.and.lucie.productiosn 6/8/2006
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