Never negotiate with a hungry pontiff. It’s better to have a Pope-is-full discussion.
food
I cooked a boring breakfast. Allow me to eggs plain.
I refuse to make my own sandwich. I rely on sub contractors.
Lettuce hope that when vegetables attack, it won’t be a large kale invasion.
I won’t stop eating until I weigh 2000 pounds, because I crave a ton o’ me.
I want to dip you in melted cheese! I’m just so fondue you.
If I follow a Mediterranean diet, olive oil long time.
Moldy Jello? That’s rather off pudding.