Novel & Cerita Funny Sayings With Food

I could only wonder how smart she was and how helpful she was to me. Damian with me making us laugh out loud at his very dry jokes. “You eat too loudly.” I complained, joking. “He eats like a bear.” The young lady chimed in. She stared at her brother and then laughed. They had such connections that I would have loved to have with my siblings if I had any. “Why eat slowly when you can actually enjoy your food?” He said and I and his sister glanced at ourselves and burst out laughing. “Does that even make any sense?” I asked but he couldn't answer since he was busy with the big chunk of meat in his food.

“Give me a chance – I'll show you I’m a veritable wordsmith” “Ergh! The cheese!” “Cheese? Hmmm. Speaking of food...”

his mom passed her son an amused glance. “He said that if anyone is sad, only food can make them happy. Specially if it is girls. Food is bae” “I agree. Food is bae. I mostly go for a run or end up cooking everything I feel like eating” I informed her. Her eyes widened “We are the same” she gave me a high-five. His mom is just so chill. Who knew one day I would be sitting with the twin sister of the woman who cursed me and made my life miserable.

he said while doing it in a way that will surely irritate you. cringe. "Just cook the food so I can go home," I suggested. "Can you walk properly?" He ask, I saw a worry on his look. "you are required to take me home Mr., please I'm hungry just cook for now and please do not cook eggs and hotdogs, I had enough last night." "HAHAHAHHAHAHHAHAHAHAAHAHAHA" he burst in laughter that made me raise an eyebrow. "what's funny?"

“ Our family loves to eat brain sandwiches, bull testicles, or penis and worm cheese, mixed together with chicken intestines” My face distorted into disgust as I gazed at him with a revolting expression. “That is disgusting. You’re disgusting!“ He laughed and screamed. ”kidding!! You shouldn’t be asking me this Em. We eat the normal breakfast you know. Nothing special”, he smirked displaying his white teeth. I lurched my head to the side with a disapproving stare: “Do you know you’re an ass?” “Tell me something new, Emily”, he smirked.

"Did you know... that the French eat snails because they dislike fast food?" I stared at him. The silence in the car was deafening. He didn't crack a smile; his expression was completely deadpan, his dark brows furrowed in intense concentration. The feared, dangerous Salvatore was genuinely trying to deliver a terrible dad joke, and he looked like he was suffering through it. Before I could even process the absurdity of it, he cleared his throat again, his ears turning just a fraction of a pinkish hue. "What do you call a fake noodle?" he muttered, looking straight ahead at the windshield. "An impasta."

Shirley asked, “What’s your favorite food then? I enjoy lobster and find it delicious. What do you like to eat?” Adrian said, “I like to eat sarcasm!” Shirley said, “What’s your favorite drink then? I like coke.”

I said shrugging. “Fine!” She said and started eating herself, and I continued to stare at her. “Here!” She said, moving food in my mouth. “No need for that. I was just joking.” I said, moving my head back. “I am not doing this for your sake. There is a saying that if someone sees like that while eating, then they don’t get the food digested easily, and I don’t want to have any digesting problems so eat.” She said pushing the food inside the mouth.

It felt like eating in my Grandma's kitchen. "This is so good," I said, taking another bite of the calzone. "You say that after every bite you take." He chuckled I feel the heat rising around my cheeks while raising a smile. "I just have an undeniable love for food." "Is that so?" "I have another phrase for you," I said, "live to eat, not eat to live!" He looks at me with a big smile on his face. "You are one interesting girl."