Weird; People in my office have started naming the food in the company fridge. Today I ate a tuna sandwich named Kevin.

Thursday is "date night", when I force my family to eat all the expired food in our fridge.

Stomach: I'm hungry. Brain: Chill out, dude, she's in a meeting. Stomach: I WILL NOW DEMONSTRATE A WHALE'S MATING CALL.

Adorable idea. Colleagues have been writing names on their food in the office fridge. I am currently eating a yoghurt called Debbie