Midnight Snacks Prints

His condition is known as Insom-nom-nom-nom-nia.

24 hour hot dog machine

Always empty your fridge before starting a diet.

'You must have been wearing your beer googles.'

"Someone’s in the kitchen. Did you lock up my kibble?"

Man opens refrigerator which promptly burps.

'At midnight, we go over the wall.'

'I can't sleep. I'm too awake.'

"What the heck did I do with that leftover turkey?!"

''Romantic'? No -- but it makes me feel like having a CROISSANT!'

"Do you want the last piece, or can I have it?"

"It's the kind of trade you get in a twenty-four-hour-a-day joint."

'I knew I needed help when I started going to fast food places only at night so I wouldn't have to share with sea gulls.'

"It's just - this McDonald's closes at midnight."

"Tia Carmen, I think I'm growing up. I ate five slices of cold pizza at 3 in the morning...and I woke up with a stomachache."

Bedside Manna.

The downside of the cupcake bed.

'This fridge is fitted with CCTV.'

Mouse shopping after hours

"People are inherently complicated, and if you eat it late enough at night, cereal can be dinner and breakfast!"

"Damn it, who ate all the chèvre?"

"Congratulations! For checking the fridge 30 times in under an hour, you've won something that you actually want to eat!"

Pizza and Related Searches.

'I woke up in February, and couldn't get back to sleep, so I got up, killed and ate a moose.'

'You were up four times last night.'

Unbeknown to other, Thoreau would sometimes, in the middle of the night, sneak out for a few odds and ends.

"Late night snack? No, I...I was just checking expiration dates, dear!"

We're never going to lose weight if we don't get rid of the fridge light.

"I was just... uh... looking for the low-fat yogurt."

I know you wanted a virgin but it's all I could find at this time on a Friday night.

Diet Enforcer

'That's the last time I have cheese for supper...!'

Al, do you ever go back in time and try to pinpoint moments when you made bad life choices? Actually, after an episode of gastric distress this morning, I journeyed back in time to last night. I pinpointed midnight as the moment, and I pinpointed pizza as a bad life choice.

The Cat that Ate the Canary, 3 a.m.

"You're home, dear. We don't have room service."