The Whiskey Taster’s Flavor Guide

The Glutton

Stomach is tagged with an oversized brand sipping a heap of food like glass of coke eats all on plate even rice mixed with sand eyes, instincts and appetite face the poke hungry or not, it is meal perversion eating as great longing exhibits rage obesity’s client of perfection even if not yet at the defined stage wet teeth always sharper than any rake if the food was living, it’ll feel abused the stomach quickly empties and breaks so that the next meal cannot be refused after an eat, the plate served need no rinse to eaters of quantity, he’s their prince.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

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Dietrich Avatar
August 7, 2016 at 5:11 PM
you described very vividly the habits of this horrible person with glutton as a vice. It reminds me of the movie I saw called the SEven deadly sins, something like that. The guy actually ate himself to death. Loved the line : If the food was living, it'll feel abused!
Dom Avatar
August 6, 2016 at 9:55 PM
I have observed likewise.
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