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"Don't just stare at it. Eat it!"

I'm not so sure that's a proper salad fork, either.

Ahem. For those wet noodles who don't want to click on the pic for a larger version, today's friendly reminder is, "Even when they are very rude, it is not okay to stab dinner guests in the eye. This may even be a crime in your locality."

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  1. Is it ok for a guest to stab a rude host in the eye with their salad fork? Or a bored guest to stab themself?

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  2. Self inflicted violence is always entertaining. Stabbing your host, though? That's just not done.

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