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’m sorry, Monsieur Toast, the job posting was for an experienced host.”
I don’t get it :(
Ah yes, your table is bready for you, sir.
I’m sorry, sir. This is the Toast Masters Club. The Bread Buddies meeting is across the street.
Makin his wife challah in bed
going for a roll in the hay
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?
