"OM, NOM, NOM, NOM, NOM."
Dear NOM Watcher,
Just a few short years ago, when any of us heard the sound "NOM," we thought of only one thing: Devouring food. The onomatopoeia signified some sort of Cookie-Monster-like dining experience, the marriage of edibles to insides just too darn enjoyable to go unverbalized. The "NOM, NOM, NOM" feelings were most always good-humored, even if caloric.
But now -- but now! -- the word "NOM" has taken on a whole new meaning for Americans, particularly...
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