Your bologna has no first name.
You've rolled so many pennies, you've formed a psychic bond with Lincoln.
You look at your roommate and see a large fried chicken in tennis shoes.
Your idea of a 7-course meal is taking a deep breath outside a restaurant.
You're formulating a plan to rob the food bank.
American Express calls and says: "Leave home without it!"
You think of a lottery ticket as an investment.
Long distance companies don't call you to switch anymore.
You finally clean your house, hoping to find change.
You give blood everyday... just for the orange juice.