“I skimmed the pond scum with a spoon like broth in a soup bowl. Why does everything have to remind me of her?”

“Everything I learned in school, mixed together with water and chicken broth, isn’t worth the soup served at a soup kitchen. I was a bring-my-own-spoon kind of student.”

“I am the broth of love. Make soup to me.”

“When I’m feeling down, I make myself a big bowl of Up Soup. The bowl only looks empty, but in reality it’s full of hope. Grab a spoon, there’s plenty for both of us.”

“A brick could be used to remind me of her. I mean everything else reminds me of her, so why not a brick too?
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“Though my skull is the size of a soup bowl, everything in the universe—and more—can fit inside my imagination. And guess what? My imagination tastes like chicken noodle soup.”

“There are whiskers in my soup, and my spoon smells like my cat’s ass.”