I've stuffed chickens, I've stuffed cabbages, I've stuffed teddy bears and I've stuffed stuff. Now I too am truly stuffed after stuffing myself with a whole load of stuff like stuffed turkey, stuffed peppers, stuffed chicken, stuffed lamb, stuffed cucumbers (which I never knew could be stuffed until today) and stuffed pastries. Even my drinks were somehow stuffed and too bloated to be drunk. My very fine belly that used to make the ladies swoon, is now more stuffed than a giant rhinoceros I once saw hanging on a friend's wall. Why did I stuff myself so much? The blues, I'm afraid. I have the blues and I'm feeling blue and so I proceeded to spend the day in the kitchen stuffing everything, including my slugs who happened to not enjoy it and explode - one by one. However, I don't give a stuff and I shall retire to the lavatory to release my stuffing.
In Maputo I am known for my love of tinned tuna.