When your Tuesday is fat, you let it all hang out before giving up whatever brings you joy for the next forty days.

I'm made from milk but I'm not a drink, I age in the dark more than you think. With or without holes, I'm served with ease, Slice me up, who am I please?

I don't start with E and I don't end with E but I do have a letter. -this is a spin on a classic riddle that comes along every once in a while-

It's a bird! It's a plane! No wait, I can't really tell, Then I must be me, only three letters to spell