Feasting on Bob

For Christmas this year, my Uncle Mark bought a 15 pound prime rib. It was so big that we named it Bob. We always name them Bob. And we ate almost all of it. I don't know how we did it. Of course, there was a little bit of Bob that lasted for a couple of days after Christmas, but it disappeared pretty quickly. After I ate so much of it, I didn't want to see another piece of Bob for awhile. But right now, I would appreciate another one.