This being St. Valentine’s day, even in Japan, my lady colleagues are plying me with chocolate. (It’s not affection, it’s the law.)
This choco looks unfortunately like cat poo. I’m not sure what goes through the minds of the people who design these things. They must have created this and thought: ‘It looks deliciously like cat poo.’ Or perhaps nothing goes through the minds of these people. Or perhaps they are bitter and twisted souls, hell bent on revenge and humiliation for humanity for some imagined offense. Or perhaps it is designed specially for ladies who are resentful at the social obligation to give chocolate to all the males in the office one day a year. Or … well, I ate it anyway. Yum.
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