Dropping supplies for the troops.
Doing business at the kissing place.
Number negative twoing.
Punishing the rumbles.
Measuring the tract.
Renting space in my guts.
Doing it American Style.
Dancing with the growling tiger.
Blasting down the chow hole.
Taking the one-way street.
Sending presents UPS.
Letting your teeth do the talking.
Testing out your buttons.
Tempting the membrane minotaur.
Spilling produce down the rabbit hole.
Scamming the gall.
Taking in the trash.
Squeezing out the mops.
Sinking the wrong ship.
Cornering yesterday's biscuit.
Forgetting what it means to be hungry.
Lingering in the larder.
Choking out Gandhi.
Screaming through the specials.
Stabbing the torso from the top.
Getting even with the pharaoh.
Brandishing the bog filler.
Stalking the devil's pantry.
Hows about you, me, and five uncomfortable minutes in my basement apartment next to the dusty Christmas tree that's still up from my last visit with my estranged children.
The Upper Kitchen Cabinet Where Your Roommate Keeps His Food: You’ll 'need the footstool' to reach your roommate’s 'fine selection' of 'stale cereal,' but he'll never notice if 'only a little is missing from each box.' Feel less guilty by reminding yourself that Jeff 'acts weird around your girlfriend,' and always 'asks about her.' What a 'creep.'
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