lunch

Your munchies are now my lunchies. Deal with it.

The days are just PACKED WITH NOMS.

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Autocorrect or Freudian slip?

Great daughter, or greatest daughter?

I imagine that beavers that get crowded at lunchtime would reek pretty bad.

And if you order teriyaki from across the street everyday (like a certain office lackey blogger) then... Well... I guess your pens already double as chopsticks?

-Water Cooler Chris

Never trust dad to pack your lunch. Ever.

As our friends over at The Daily What would say, "Does what it says on the tin."