Made from juice, not solid fruit, I'm spread upon a bed of bread. If I blow your taste brain, Your legs will aptly quiver.

There once was a girl with auburn hair, who ate these delicacies with quite some flair. 'They share my name, so I crack them without shame. I'm crazy for them, and donot share.'

Last week, a man fell into the upholstery machine at work. The good news is, he's...

The type of bread an ironic, even cynical, man might eat with his whiskey

I leak oil and smell like a vape, what am I?