There is a new trend in our office; everyone is putting names on their food. I saw it today, while I was eating a sandwich named Kevin.
It is said that, a way to a man's heart goes through a stomach. Aha...you might think that men go to their lovers to eat some soup.
This isn't working out. I think we should start making other people miserable
What do a nearsighted gynecologist and a puppy have in common? A wet nose.