Sweet Bread Puns

and if you leave a small horse in the sun, you tan-a-pony

Cause she ain't no challah back girl.

Me: Tell me about this bread Baker: It's sweet-ish Me: Hmmm.. I've tried Norwegian, but never that kind. Baker: (Swedish chef voice)Bork, Bork, Bork

Me:That's one of my specialties! Yesterday when one of my coworkers playfully hit me with curtains I threatened to have her arrested for assault with a thread-ly weapon.

Her: That's so cheesy, but so gouda.

M: Hearing you say that makes me feel grate!

H: Course! I couldn't just let it brie without returning with a different pun. :)

M: I'm so glad we curd share this moment, it keeps me from feeling bleu.

H: Are you stilton going on about this? It could be seen as a provelone.

M: No Whey! Really? I accepted Cheeses into my life a long time ago.

H: Well, I believe that there is more out there than Cheeses, with your Parmesan I could continue. Too bad I am bread tired, and wish to be loafing around. Good night and sweet dreams

M: Well, early to Bread early to Rise, as they say. You have sweet dreams. Oh, and don't ask Rye if I'm in them

We were celebrating my vegetarian uncle's birthday out at Sweet Tomatoes, which is a salad buffet restaurant. They have other things too, like pastas, breads, and soups.

My uncle settles down at his table, and loudly remarks to my aunt:

Uncle: "You know, this place is great and all..."

Her: "Yeah? What's wrong?"

Uncle: "I don't know. By the time I get all my food together from the buffet line..."

Aunt: "...what?"

Uncle: "My salad gets cold!"

Groans were heard all around.

I managed to get my dad with this one the other day. (That's right, I'm gunning for you old man!)

Me: Hey, can I use this bread?
Dad: What is it?
Me: A loaf of french bread.
Dad: Sure, I don't think we're saving it for anything. What do you think makes it french bread?
Me: It's a 'pain' to eat.

His groan and chuckle was sweet music in my ears.