My girlfriend had feet where there should have been nipples. Just thinking about her makes me hungry for TosTitos.
food
Horror movie about bad airline food: Snacks on a Plane.
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.
I miss sugar. After all these years we glucose.
Did the universe start when God had a craving for bacon? So says the Pig Pang Theory.
There’s only one type of lettuce, in Romainia.
I can’t go to Chinese restaurants alone. I have supper Asian anxiety.
What do you call poutine without gravy, or cheese curds? Routine.
Why did the priest eat nothing but kitchen scraps and refuse? Because he said, “It’s God’s swill.”


