How do two retards eat a turd sandwich? Well, not by first wiping their ass with wheat bread like I showed them.

You shall find out how salt is the taste of another man’s bread, and how hard is the way up and down another man’s stairs.

I cast my bread on the waters long ago. Now it’s time for you to send it back to me – toasted and buttered on both sides.

The picture is grainy. But that’s to be expected when photographing bread.

A slice of bread eaten is a million times more nourishing than a loaf of bread imagined.

My toothpaste tastes like baloney, so I brush my teeth with wheat bread. Guess what flavor my love is, and what kind of mechanical apparatus I use to make it.

Men are my bread and butter. It’s what I live for! I have no shame about that.

What must you break apart in order to bring a family close together? Bread, of course.