During a festive Indian feast, a bowl of fragrant Biryani and a dollop of creamy Raita share a chat in the kitchen. The Biryani laments, "It's quite the ordeal, you know. Every celebration, I'm meticulously spiced and layered, a medley of flavors and textures... yet, they ladle you over me, cooling my fiery glory." The Raita nods understandingly and replies, "Ah, dear Biryani, we each play a part. You're the star, and I'm here to soothe your spice, creating a harmonious culinary symphony!"

Frida: You won't believe what happened to the Thanksgiving pie! Ana: What's the scoop? Did it have a breakdown? Frida: Yup, it went to a therapist. Seems it was feeling a little "crusty" and had way too many "fillings" to handle! Ana: Haha, sounds like it needed some serious emotional baking therapy!

A honeymoon couple went to Thailand and ordered a Thai massage for themselves. After the masseuse was done she asked, "Sir? Massage Peenis?". The man looked sheepish, but kept quiet, looking shiftily at his wife. The masseuse repeated, "Sir, Massage Peenis?." Embarrassed and expecting his wife's objection, the man kept his silence, yet again. Finally, his wife looked at him and commented, "Don't raise your hopes too high, Honey... She's just telling you that her "Massage's Finished!"

I was driving by a Thai massage place with my friend... He glanced over at the place and laughed, I asked him what was so funny and he told me “Hah, they spelt “Thigh” wrong”

"Raj, why didn't you study for the test?" "I tried, but there was a fly buzzing around." "What does a fly have to do with studying?" "It kept distracting me from watching TV."