Every day at lunch is like a new episode. Thanks mom!

Smother it all, just pour the gravy all over the table and your hair and each other and call it a gravy orgy.

These are like the Dairy Queen baseball helmet sundaes of the Japanese train system.

After eating this, I expect to look ten years younger!

My lunch is so disgusted with itself that it puked all over itself.

Let's test the hypothesis that dying a hot dog green has similar psychotic effects as being courted by the evil one himself, shall we?

Lovingly make him a lunch adorned with "buy and bring home a carton of milk."