I don't knead you anymore.
The Marines. When they retire, they're corvettes.
An accountant who is half a million shy and that's why he's retiring.
At yeast he's a fungi.
He can't seem to *stop droppin' rolls*.
Because he kneaded a poo.
You, knead me.
They couldn't find a table.
They don't like to get that far from the table.
That's just what I kneaded!
They knead dough