Something weird is going on in our breakroom at my store. Apparently food has personal names now??? I ate a sandwich named Fred the other day, and a salad named Cindy. Odd.
A friend at a place I worked at during college went one better.
This guy kept mooching everyone's lunch & denying it so she made some chicken salad but but a little bread wad in the middle filled with some powdered Rit dye. After lunch, everyone kept asking him about his blue teeth.
Rumor had it that he pooped cobalt for a few days after.