When I was in college, a girl in my Anthropology class kept copying my notes from the professor’s lecture. She should have been writing her own notes. To make her do so, I started writing mine backwards. After that class, she asked me if that was a foreign language. I said yes.
It wasn’t invented until I had kids. They never ate it either. I did not allow any of that sugary cereal in my house. Don’t know what my grandkids ate for breakfast and I don’t want to know.
The thing that bothers me is getting several different requests for my opinion on how the doctor’s/clinic visit went. We never used to have those kind of questions. I think if I didn’t like it, I would either stop going there or at least tell the doctor that I wasn’t happy with what happened that particular day. That should be enough for them.
You could, but it has to start out as a pig. Takes more than a year to make.