that explains the yeast infection
And, worse, the crumbs in the bed.
If this was the winner, can you imagine how bad the others were?
Nah mate nothing can compete with this.
Who’s bready for a divorce?
“Uh oh, now my family is toast!”
Christ, what an asshole.
Woke up this morning and it seemed to me,
That every night turns out to be
A little more like Bukowski.
And yeah, I know he’s a pretty good read.
But God who’d want to be?
God who’d want to be such an asshole?
God who’d want to be?
God who’d want to be such an asshole?
I think I fucked up the last line
This is my favorite thing of today.
“I’m sorry, Monsieur Toast, the job posting was for an experienced host.”
Makin his wife challah in bed
going for a roll in the hay
I don’t get it :(
Ah yes, your table is bready for you, sir.
I regret to inform you, sir, that the wedding is off. On her way to the wedding, your bride fell victim to a murder. A murder of crows, to be precise.
Name on the reservation?
I’m sorry, sir. This is the Toast Masters Club. The Bread Buddies meeting is across the street.
