Gordisms...

 

Fred's razor blade company doesn’t make as much money as he had hoped.

Even so, He's been able to scrape by.

Patient: “Doctor, it’s like my brain has been battered and deep-fried.”

Doctor: “How does that make you feel?”

Patient: “Pretty tempura-mental.”

Fred went to an alarm clock symphony.

They kept pushing the start back 10 minutes at a time. Total "snooze" fest.

Fred applied for a job preparing sandwiches.

But unfortunately the Roll had been filled.