“Your father nicknamed me ‘cheesy lumps’.” “Stop, Mom!”
Genre: Comedy
“Cheese eater!” “Toast licker!” “Mom! Dad! Stop fighting!”
“You awake?” “No” “You awake?” “No” “You—” STAB
The earthquake at the jello factory lasted weeks.
“The end of cheese isn’t ‘extinction level,’ Bob”
She carved her boyfriend’s initials into the jello.
She ate the bran cereal with reckless abandon.
“Please don’t get peanut butter on the microprocessor.”
She blanched with every bite of his cooking.
The large chip in his hand wasn’t smart.
“Your mom asked me to call her ‘Sugarbritches’.”
“I got the little bugger!” “Your husband?” “Yup.”
He read the sign in her stars: “Leave!”
Nobody noticed the zombie stumbling at the bar.
She loved him. He loved her …and food.
His dancing justified the use of nuclear weapons.
The newspaper tried increasing readership printing ransom notes.
“I express myself with tofu sculptures.” “Okay… Mom.”
“I love you, giant box of jerky cupcakes.”
The camel enjoyed Wednesday even more than dessert.