Eat Like a Roman
When you stuff your face so full of deliciousness you feel like a contented pig who just got fed by a fat chef who loves you.
I ate like a Roman after my grandma’s lasagna hit me like a truck.
That pizza was so good, I ate like a Roman and then cried because my stomach hurt.
He ate like a Roman at the buffet and now he’s paying for a taxi ride because he can’t walk.