A mad baker came at me with a ryeful, a 12-grain shotgun with pumpernickel action! He look at me with such loaving, and said “You’re a gluten for punishment.” I never shoulda crust the guy. I barley survived the encounter, and there were no wheatnesses.
A mugger attacked me with a sharp tool, but I knocked him out with a stale baguette. This proves that loaf conquers awl.
Bullying is everywhere! Even a slice of bread, who was too shy to talk to the other slices of bread, was accused of acting a loaf.
The bun rises in the yeast.
What’s the side effect of eating at a Jewish bakery? Challah toasts is.
I love bread. I’m a gluten for bunishment.
If wheat acts bulgur, it’s the way it was bread.
If you want to hand out communion, you have to assign a wafer.
The Pillsbury Doughboy came from the Yeast, when he was a leaven. He is always baked or fried, and since he got back home he spends all day in drawers. And a little known fact: he is a product of inbreading, and has special kneads.