I don't get why bakers aren't wealthier. They make so much dough.
I can't take my dog to the pond anymore because the ducks keep attacking him. That's what I get for buying a pure bread dog.
What do strippers and butter have in common? Both spread for bread
What do you get if you cross a loaf of bread with a vagina? A yeast infection
i can’t take my dog to the park anymore. why? the ducks keep trying to eat him. why would they do that? because he’s pure-bread.
What do you call it when Panera bread decapitates someone Panera behead
What do you call it when someone lies to Panera bread Panera misled
What do you call it when you choose Panera bread over something else Panera instead
What do you call it when Panera bread commits genocide Panera bloodshed
What do you call it when Panera bread goes goes to space Good question
What’s a booty’s favorite type of bread?
BUNS
What do you call a rapper who works in the bakery?
DOUGH-KNIGHT
What is another word for a bagel? 🥯 Jewish doughnut ✡️ 🍩 👏 👏 👍 👍 👌 👌 💪 💪 😋 🏆 🎖
Why’d Biden get fired from the supermarket He kept telling little kids they smell like freshly baked bread
What did the rapper say at the bakery?
"I need ALL the dough you got"
What’s the difference between God and Hitler? God made thousands Of bread, Hitler made thousands of toast
Why did the rapper open a bakery?
Because he wanted to make DOUGH
Why do people from Alabama abhor eating tacos and burritos?
Because their meat has to be in bread.
Why do people in Alabama like eating sandwiches? They like things in bread.
In a world of feline folly, There lived a cat with a secret, A taste for adventure and mischief, And a love for KFC's golden treat.
With eyes like emerald jewels, And fur as black as night, This feline prowled the streets, In search of a savory delight.
Oh, how it yearned for chicken, Crispy and finger-lickin' good, But the cat knew it had to be sly, To satisfy its craving like it should.
Through alleyways it stealthily tiptoed, With nimble paws and a stealthy glide, Until it stumbled upon a secret, That made its hunger amplified.
A stash of KFC's golden eggs, Hidden away from prying eyes, An accidental treasure trove, A feast fit for a feline paradise.
With each stolen egg devoured, The cat's satisfaction grew, The taste of crispy breading, And juicy chicken, it knew.
Word soon spread of this food bandit, A legend of a cat so bold, Whispers echoed through the town, Of the one who stole the KFC gold.
But the cat with the KFC get eggs, Remained a mystery to all, A phantom of the night it became, Leaving no trace, no trail to recall.
And so, it continues its nightly quest, For chicken that satisfies its soul, The cat with the KFC get eggs, Forever on the prowl, never to be controlled.
