Why take pride in cooking, when they don't take pride in eating?
One never realizes how different a husband and wife can be until they begin to pack for a trip.
Someone once threw me a small, brown, hairy kiwi fruit, and I threw a wastebasket over it until it was dead.
I'm so bored. I went to the food locker yesterday to visit my meat.
With boys, you always know where you stand. Right in the path of a hurricane.
I never go to a college reunion that I don't come away feeling sorry for all those paunchy, balding jocks trying to hang onto youth. I feel sorry for the men, too.