Someday, everything in my kitchen will be shaped like an animal, all the while remaining incredibly useful.
Though usually the flame goes under the cauldron, I'm not gonna complain. I'm gonna pretend I'm Severus Snape and yell at my imaginary students.
Even if they can't pronounce "mitochondria" yet, they'll appreciate the funny squiggles!
Sorry tower, I have to flip you over to drink my tea. No slight against the French, promise.
I understand, it's hard to find a place in your small apartment for a big, antique menorah. I know you've got wine, this is for you.
Because your cubemate wants nothing more than to hear the same four songs repeated over and over all day long.
As long as a dude with a mustache doesn't pop out of my morning cuppa joe, I think we'll be all right.