When it comes to confetti, I rice to the occasion.
food
I refuse to make my own sandwich. I rely on sub contractors.
By fed oral law, all food must be eaten via the mouth.
Puns about fruit are banned as ‘ates peach‘. They pit the stoners against the fuzz.
If I shoved potatoes down my pants, would it make me a dictator?
Maple syrup: What sap with that?
Hear about the chemist who couldn’t decide what to eat at a dim sum restaurant? As they laid plates before him, he sat there, studying the periodic table of aliments.
Licorice has anise flavour.
I compulsively collect appetizers. I’m a bit of a hors d’oeuvre.
A melting ice cream cone is one that has been left dairy licked.