I'm a baker, and I'm feeling crumby today.

I tried to catch some fog earlier, but I mist.

So, I was organizing the pantry the other day, going through all the dried fruit. I picked up a bag of prunes and couldn't help but notice how... well, seasoned they looked.

I almost asked them about their life story, but I figured they'd just give me a dry one.

I have a strong dislike for elevators.

They're always bringing me down.