THE SNOOTERBOOP! I... I THOUGHT IT WAS ONLY THE STUFF OF LEGENDS!
What bread to eat while playing chess?
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Bread (Sweet Potato Cornbread )
I live mah life smooth lakh a chess game - hey!
That's word from the streets now, ya hear? - hey!
They can't move like I move, hey! - and they can't do what I do neither, hey! - cause I'm a bread-eatin' chess-playin' parakeet, and I ain't ne'er gon stop, a'ight? Hey!
Enjoy this Block Bread entertainment, straight from DelRay, yo, hey! - while you be eatin' yo Frito-Lay's bread blocks, ya fools, don't drool, be cool, this old school, eat bread - hey! - ya'll until you'll...
They love my outfits. Peace and bread out. Hey!
Twighead got mo bread than The Buffalo Bill$ yo.
To many heys
Is it a ruthenium's?
Oops, I mean rhythm.
obvious.
twighead wrote:
Beautiful feather,
Crying mushroom,
My golden eye sees,
Endless purity,
In the crumb of bread,
In the rising of the yeast,
In the crumbling of the crust,
The serentiy is endless,
As is its wonder
The bread is endless
Old Vanhanen.
The first strawberry cake of summer
had creme sherry in it.
We are truly blessed
that Old Vanhanen didn't eat it all
or there would be none left for me
to munch on with my mushrooms and deep-fried oxtails.
Old Vanhanen, you are very old.
Vanhanen Old
Vanhanen wills
Vanhanen waits
Vanhanen pulls
bread from the crates
Vanhanen old
Vanhanen wise
Vanhanen pick
crumbs from his eyes
Vanhanen goes
Vanhanen tries
Vanhanen eats Reikäleipä
old Vanhanen dies
Vanhanen old
Vanhanen dead
Vanhanen still think
nothing wrong with the bread
We must return to the source
wandering from the path
can only lead to sorrow ..
Yes, exactly, let us not wander nor stray from the cattle-grate ---er, path...
This loaf here shows its good marbling...
....and I love marbles!
In fact, you might as well just all call me Captain Marble.
This loaf here also exhibits a good amount of juiciness, for
nobody wants dry bread, and has been pre-boiled in straw and
urine most likely...
Beefy, yet fat enough for the gentleman with a hearty appetite. Roastius bovinius sanguinius painius sourdogius, y'all?
.....He's beating out a bread beat.. ?
The Sandwich
11 days without bread .....my tongue swelleth
my soup is cold
the ghosts of Autumn cry
" BRING OUT YOUR BREAD"!
1 day without rustic kale sausage on Danish rye bread and my heart is bleeding the blood of a blue corn tortilla as my gallon of cauliflower cheese soup has no gruyere in it and autumn has arrived. The ghosts of autumn would have a gallon of the cauliflower cheese soup if they were not beaten back by the diarrhea and the longing for winter's hearty clam chowder with grilled muffins. Still I, given the circumstances, am just a forthright parakeet, and what do my four varényky really mean, anyhow? BRING OUT YA BREA---EA--EA-DDD, MAN! I SAY'D, "BRING OUT YA BREA---EA--EA-DDD!"
That's exactly what I was gonna say.