Alphabet soup is my magic eight ball. Served hot or cold, words are delicious.

I am the alphabet soup of love. Eat me or read me, but don’t feed me to the cats.

The easiest way to get from point A to point B is with a vehicle that runs on alphabet soup.

I would eat my soup in silence, but it’s alphabet soup. They’re all capital letters and they are shouting at me. I’m not anorexic or illiterate, so alphabet soup is like a nourishing novel. An...