Food?

So all of us in the apartment are depressed. Funny thing is Bryce and Kayla have every reason to be happy, but then I remember depression has nothing to do with happiness. Another funny thing is that I'm the least depressed, but the most sad. I've got my reasons, and soon I'll get my baby back. What we've realized is that we've just got a shitty diet. I hardly eat at all. So B-dizzle and Kayla are on a mission for some nutritious vittles. We'll see what comes back in those paper sacks... one can usually expect the usual-- nothing much of value. Dana says my gizz will taste good if I eat like I did when she was home, so that's my incentive to stay healthy. Mama couldn't come up with a better enticement, and lets just say that's more motivating than pops telling me it'll put hair on my chest. Now I would like the hair growth to cease...