I used to put wine in my corn flakes. Then they arrested me on account of I was a cereal grapist.
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Mr. Potatohead went to the oncologist. They assured him “It’s not a tuber!”
Hear about the chemist who couldn’t decide what to eat at a dim sum restaurant? As they laid plates before him, he sat there, studying the periodic table of aliments.
There are no good puns about pasta, other thanĀ a fusilli remarks.
When it comes to confetti, I rice to the occasion.
A dry Xmas turkey has been thoroughly de-baste.
Pie-making is a lost tart.
Wanna hear a cereal pun? I’m not sure you’re Shreddie for it.
Never negotiate with a hungry pontiff. It’s better to have a Pope-is-full discussion.
I cooked a boring breakfast. Allow me to eggs plain.