Bar Naan.
True dad that man!!
But the conversation went a rye.
I said “That’s naan-sense!”
They seemed to enjoy my wedding toast.
It’s simply naan-negotiable.
You have to get a rise out of it.
Because it's made from scratch!
So was heading out of my room to the hallway and right when I opened the door, I ran into my roommate eating a plain slice of bread. We both surprised each other, so we just froze for a second. I don't even know how it happened, but the words instinctively came out of my mouth as if I was born to say them.
"Looks like I caught you...bread-handed."
i mean they are quite remarkable
But the Japanese still deny the Nan-king massacre.
Next day you are toast.
PETA.
Some family friends of ours needed our help mass producing some ginger bread houses for an event they do every year. They make an insane amount of pieces, so they need help cutting out the doors, windows, and over all assembly. The family friend, my dad, and myself were all cutting out windows and doors when this happened:
Me: Aw man, one of these pieces just broke.
Family Friend: It's alright, we have extra. But every time I see one fall apart I see 30 minutes of my life go away.
Dad: Well I guess that's the way the cookie crumbles.
Me: loses it
His friend says, “Wow! That’s the best thing since bread.”
The inventor says, “Well, I’m about to blow your mind.”
He makes the best wry bread.
Me: Do you know when bread goes bad?
Him: I don't know. Did you check the "Best by" date on the package?
Me: Hmm.. that's weird. There's no "Best by" on here, but there's a Circuit City.
Bar naan!
