I love eating pastries when I babysit my cousin, but have this weird Michael-Jackson-esque allergic reaction whenever she cries and I have to spin, itch and re-cot her.
Lest anyone get carried away and unleash the yeast within, let us remember that perceived wisdom does not necessarily a happy crowd make - they may very well poke you with biblical podiatry tools, push you down a hill and watch as the sore sage rolls with Tamar toe saws.
My friend Barbara (or 'Babs', as she likes to be known) loves a good pastry. She and her husband Mack are always inviting us over when she's made some delicious filo or something similar.
Oftentimes we'll get a phone call from them, and I'll yet out to Wifey, "It's time to go to Mack 'e Bab's!"
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really?
cause i feel kinda past-ry.
but i'm wrapped for you, jess.
*puffs up with disappointment at Nad's pastry attempt*
C'moooooon!
I love eating pastries when I babysit my cousin, but have this weird Michael-Jackson-esque allergic reaction whenever she cries and I have to spin, itch and re-cot her.
Oh, I see the choux is on the other foot now, or is this merely puff-ery.
As a famous man once said...
Thou shalt not repeat a pun.
Mea Coulpa. *starts new mantra, must learn how to read, must learn how to read*
Doughn't worry, we all make misbakes - he was probably just trying to get a rise out of you anyway.
That’s okay, guess I was too en-scone-ced in the punning to notice, one obviously needs to turnover a new leaf.
yeah, shut your pie hole, mr cartwright.
negativity is not welcomed here.
I wasn't being negative. I was just explaining the rules of the game (as I understand them). Just following in
someone else's footsteps
Lest anyone get carried away and unleash the yeast within, let us remember that perceived wisdom does not necessarily a happy crowd make - they may very well poke you with biblical podiatry tools, push you down a hill and watch as the sore sage rolls with Tamar toe saws.
I'm sick of reading these half-baked puns.
I much prefer half-baked buns.
With sprinkles.
My friend Barbara (or 'Babs', as she likes to be known) loves a good pastry. She and her husband Mack are always inviting us over when she's made some delicious filo or something similar.
Oftentimes we'll get a phone call from them, and I'll yet out to Wifey, "It's time to go to Mack 'e Bab's!"
*applause*
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