Being Sick

Grey: Uhoh, I feel a little ill.
Joy:  Again?!? Get away from me sicko.

My First Post

Joanne pointed at a pan today that had some congealed bacon fat in it.

Grey: What are you trying to do, find a pet cockroach?
Joy: Why are you acting like that's my job.  You're the dishwasher!
Joy: I mean, I am too...