Doing the white lines
He wasn't very grateful.
The Carroty Kid
It's a re-curry-ing nightmare.
Canada Moist.
He wasn’t happy
I wouldn’t have a sole
She was Schwepped off her feet!
She loved that cat
He was never even a good cat
the child could technically be considered ginger-bred.
Over 2,000 gingers showed up and there wasn't a sole to be seen.
I'm just saying... The dementors never went for Ron Weasley.
And both your parents were gingers, does that make you a ginger-bred man?
A Wheez-ly
I went too far. Opened the fridge and now the poor things burnt to a crisp.
If you don't, you might get gingervitus
I'm convinced I've found the root of all evil.
Because they have no soul.
A cookie sheet.
My husband dropped it, and a nearby stranger shouted ,"you better handle that gingerly!"
Now he has a Soul.
My parents and I moved from the USA to Canada when I was a kid and we've lived there ever since. My father recently quit drinking alcohol, and when asked about it, he likes to say: "I drank up all that they had in America, so now I'm drinking Canada Dry."
http://imgur.com/N1fsfHg
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
She loved the cat.
The child could technically be considered ginger -bred
He wasn’t happy with me!
