you must toast in this bread or mother will rye in a car accident 3 miles yeast of her scone.

Parabreadics will get to her in time to see her barley clinging to life, kneading desperate medical attention. They will rush her to the hospital, but she will succrumb to death and croissant into the afterlife on the whey there.

Dough many people will bet at her funeral service, it will still be meaningful and heart-toasting. when it is bun, you will crye, and wish you had the flour to bring her back.