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.
You're formulating a plan to rob the food bank.
Your idea of a 7-course meal is taking a deep breath outside a restaurant.
American Express calls and says: "Leave home without it!"
Long distance companies don't call you to switch anymore.
You think of a lottery ticket as an investment.
You finally clean your house, hoping to find change.
You give blood everyday... just for the orange juice.