The girl at the coffee shop moved too quickly for me to bite her.
I get crazy mad because I don’t know what “the cloud” is.
I was under the delusion that I was a zombie. Turned out I was just not getting enough sun.
I thought biting was an acceptable form of currency.
I was under the impression that, after I bit him, he’d come up with a delightful pun on the word “byte”; instead, he called security.
When my blood sugar gets low, I buy computer software.
He told me that he hadn’t had a bite in two days and I hate that joke.
That pun about bytes would come in handy, here…
I’m terribly shy so I figured a good ice-breaker would be to tell him what he tasted like. FYI, it was “duck”.
Someone told me that biting was protected speech.