Lucky you! We usually end up trying to stab each other with chopsticks over the last piece! ;-P
LMAO!
Hear about the new sushi bar that caters exclusively to lawyers?
It's called, Sosumi.
Jerry Clower used to tell a story called "The Last Piece of Chicken" that when like this:
When we grew up we were taught manners. Never did you take the last biscuit or the last helping of beans.
One day I went over to my neighbor Marcel Leadbetter's house as they were eating dinner.
The whole family were sitting around the table, eyeing the last piece of chicken, when a wind came up and blew out the kerosine lamp.
Uncle Versey commenced to screaming as if lightning had struck him.
Aunt Pet rushed around and got the lamp lit.
And there were four forks stuck in the back of Uncle Versey's hand.