I toast to you, the one who loves me even though I’m not ready. You deserve everything, and I have given you nothing. When will you learn that I’m not the right one for you, that you need someone who will dote over you always? Thank you for giving me your love, when no one else will.
Toast is what I am. I need direction, but I feel like I am receiving none. Can anyone help me find out how to live the perfect life? I am desperate. Please………
How can you not love toast? I like mine with gobs of salty butter and sometimes sliced tomatoes. Never use white bread like wonder bread.. try a multi-grain which has much more flavor. How about with lox spread or tunafish salad. Yum! I’m making myself hungry!
My brain was toast after a night of toasting the crack pipe. All of my niggas toasted the birf of my 13th welfare baby by giving me a couple a twenties last night!
It felt like the toast of ages. We were alone in the world for the tiniest fraction of a second where the glasses clinked, the fine champagne washed up over the edges and scattered down to the floor, hitting our clean new shoes like bulletpoints.
toast is nice in the morning as it fills you up just the right amount to keep you going untill lunch. Its a perfect thing to put jam on as well as all sorts of other lovely breakfast products! goes well with juce and tea! Lovely cold or hot.
toast is the most tasteful part in a breakfast. it is bland yet sensible, It can be found in any country’s breakfast. obsolete as it may seem copared to other
toast is the food of the soul. the burnt crusts of the mind. butter it and spread your jam and there you have a plateful of heaven. you can kill a man with toast, should you toast it for long enough and use the hard edge to rend his head from his neck.
The first teddy bear I ever got, I named Mr. Toasty. It was because I was unimaginative. I’d read a poem in my first grade class about a teddy bear: “he’s there when I need him most, golden-brown, just like toast.” Or something like that. I never really played much with
Toast..is a food. Toast is also…a state of being. It’s accurate to say that humans are all toast, because we’re, like a piece of bread in the toaster, waiting for that day when ours souls are ejected from this plain of existance.
The smell of burnt toast woke me from my sleep. You were trying to cook me breakfast again. You are many things, a cook is not one of them. But the effort is appreciated.
Toast are great, they make my morning, my beginning of the day happier. I love them with a lot of butter, and some ham. Sometimes they fall, and murphy says that they should fall with the butter to the floor, but that is not always truth. Toast are great but just in the breakfast.
layers of glittery plastic lay at her feet, shredded off in her haste–going against the teachings of her mother, to unwrap packages as carefully as possible, the paper pristine for future usage.
on her lap lay…a square stamp. or so it seemed. for stamping toast, apparently. “it’s a good morning!” it proclaimed in bubbly font. a sun too. so this is what her present was…some cheer, every morning…for breakfast..
i toast to the new and the old.
the used and abused. the young and elderly. the sick and healthy. the borrowed and the blue. and all things in between.
Yummy butter toast all crispy with a crunch. I love toast with jelly too. I could eat pepper jelly and cream cheese too. But, that is better on a bagel or two. I love toast, toast is great. Do you like toast? too? Yummy toast
She toasted him, a glass of sparkling gold champagne in an elegantly twisted flute.
He looked down, his face was red but not what one would think of.
“Maam,” He said, for he was but a young boy, “I do not drink, my God forbids it for our well being.”
She laughed, high pitched and tinkling.
“And I suppose your God does not allow you to breathe a certain way too? Ignorant ass you both.”
At this he got up and said,
“I care not for your money. Do not mock my beliefs or my God.”
With that, tattered and shabby as he was he strode out the door.
the toast is dark this morning, because some asshole turned the knob all the way up to very dark. i sit there waiting for my damn bagel to come out- burnt of course, ruining my whole day, and I realize that I don’t love him.
It isn’t until I slather on fat-glistening cream cheese that I realize I love her.
i had toast htis mornign for breakfast and then my omm was eatring som and she but jam on it and she put alot and we started making fun of her haha and then she hurt her finger hahahah it was funny and hten i was like everyone hatres me and wer might get a tv in the kitrhcen im so ecitedd i really watn a tv in the kitchen
i love to eat toast in the morning. it is really good with eggs and home fries and bacon. you can put butter and jelly on it. it is also really good with peanut butter on it. toast is my number one breakfast food
serefe kaldirilan kadehler tkustu. ya da bu basit bir tost muydu. ya da ezilen bir sey mi. bence en uyumluusu kadeh olani. bir de kara kaplumbasi vardi ki o toaddi. iste bu kadar
i bit into a creamy goodness butter sticking to my lips with cooked breadcrumbs sprinkling it you sat across from me smiling at my milk and butter mustache
yummy with butter and jelly or peanut butter oh and eggs and sausage yummy yummy toast i wish i had some right now…is this tha taost we’re talking about? or did you mean like a taost?
I love toast. It has to be crunchy though. Near burnt, but not actually burnt.
I prefer butter on my toast. I like eating chicken, tuna, egg or turkey salad on toast. I also like toast and jelly from restaurants. It’s always way better than you make at home. I wonder why that is?
Burnt. He threw down the bread in disgust. This was just another – simple – sign of his failure. He couldn’t even make toast for her. She didn’t really love him, and it was all because he couldn’t make toast. Of course, it was really more complicated than that – but why try to think it through when it was really too painful.
i knew i was it as soon as i realized I still had the grenade in my hand and heard the pin drop not two feet in front of me..all of a sudden..nothing happened…when I thought that..I thought..that’s odd..I had time to think that..what’s next?
toast is bread that’s been cooked in a toaster…giving it a crunchy texture and smoky taste. enjoyed with eggs at breakfast, or honey as a snakc….toast is widely regarded as a favourite meal.
is my favourite thing to be eaten cold with lots of butter and jam spreaded on. It like to enjoy it with a huge mug of steaming hot tea and curl up on the sofa, munching way through slice after slice of crunchy sweetness. I do hate waiting for the bread to toast, though. Instant toast would make me very happy.
I toast to you, the one who loves me even though I’m not ready. You deserve everything, and I have given you nothing. When will you learn that I’m not the right one for you, that you need someone who will dote over you always? Thank you for giving me your love, when no one else will.
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I may have a solution for your toasted situation!
Toast is what I am. I need direction, but I feel like I am receiving none. Can anyone help me find out how to live the perfect life? I am desperate. Please………
How can you not love toast? I like mine with gobs of salty butter and sometimes sliced tomatoes. Never use white bread like wonder bread.. try a multi-grain which has much more flavor. How about with lox spread or tunafish salad. Yum! I’m making myself hungry!
My brain was toast after a night of toasting the crack pipe. All of my niggas toasted the birf of my 13th welfare baby by giving me a couple a twenties last night!
Toast is probably the best thing to put on the side of your breakfast plate. Eggs adore it, bacon envies it!
It felt like the toast of ages. We were alone in the world for the tiniest fraction of a second where the glasses clinked, the fine champagne washed up over the edges and scattered down to the floor, hitting our clean new shoes like bulletpoints.
butter bread golden crunchy breakfast bland elder toaster machine mass-produced whitebread lowest common denominator crumble
toast is nice in the morning as it fills you up just the right amount to keep you going untill lunch. Its a perfect thing to put jam on as well as all sorts of other lovely breakfast products! goes well with juce and tea! Lovely cold or hot.
toast is the most tasteful part in a breakfast. it is bland yet sensible, It can be found in any country’s breakfast. obsolete as it may seem copared to other
toast is the food of the soul. the burnt crusts of the mind. butter it and spread your jam and there you have a plateful of heaven. you can kill a man with toast, should you toast it for long enough and use the hard edge to rend his head from his neck.
The first teddy bear I ever got, I named Mr. Toasty. It was because I was unimaginative. I’d read a poem in my first grade class about a teddy bear: “he’s there when I need him most, golden-brown, just like toast.” Or something like that. I never really played much with
Toast..is a food. Toast is also…a state of being. It’s accurate to say that humans are all toast, because we’re, like a piece of bread in the toaster, waiting for that day when ours souls are ejected from this plain of existance.
The smell of burnt toast woke me from my sleep. You were trying to cook me breakfast again. You are many things, a cook is not one of them. But the effort is appreciated.
Toast are great, they make my morning, my beginning of the day happier. I love them with a lot of butter, and some ham. Sometimes they fall, and murphy says that they should fall with the butter to the floor, but that is not always truth. Toast are great but just in the breakfast.
We toast the queen, we toast our friends, we toast our dearly beloved absent friends, we toast our country, we toast everything.
But we never toast toast.
layers of glittery plastic lay at her feet, shredded off in her haste–going against the teachings of her mother, to unwrap packages as carefully as possible, the paper pristine for future usage.
on her lap lay…a square stamp. or so it seemed. for stamping toast, apparently. “it’s a good morning!” it proclaimed in bubbly font. a sun too. so this is what her present was…some cheer, every morning…for breakfast..
i toast to the new and the old.
the used and abused. the young and elderly. the sick and healthy. the borrowed and the blue. and all things in between.
Yummy butter toast all crispy with a crunch. I love toast with jelly too. I could eat pepper jelly and cream cheese too. But, that is better on a bagel or two. I love toast, toast is great. Do you like toast? too? Yummy toast
She toasted him, a glass of sparkling gold champagne in an elegantly twisted flute.
He looked down, his face was red but not what one would think of.
“Maam,” He said, for he was but a young boy, “I do not drink, my God forbids it for our well being.”
She laughed, high pitched and tinkling.
“And I suppose your God does not allow you to breathe a certain way too? Ignorant ass you both.”
At this he got up and said,
“I care not for your money. Do not mock my beliefs or my God.”
With that, tattered and shabby as he was he strode out the door.
the toast is dark this morning, because some asshole turned the knob all the way up to very dark. i sit there waiting for my damn bagel to come out- burnt of course, ruining my whole day, and I realize that I don’t love him.
It isn’t until I slather on fat-glistening cream cheese that I realize I love her.
i had toast htis mornign for breakfast and then my omm was eatring som and she but jam on it and she put alot and we started making fun of her haha and then she hurt her finger hahahah it was funny and hten i was like everyone hatres me and wer might get a tv in the kitrhcen im so ecitedd i really watn a tv in the kitchen
i love to eat toast in the morning. it is really good with eggs and home fries and bacon. you can put butter and jelly on it. it is also really good with peanut butter on it. toast is my number one breakfast food
serefe kaldirilan kadehler tkustu. ya da bu basit bir tost muydu. ya da ezilen bir sey mi. bence en uyumluusu kadeh olani. bir de kara kaplumbasi vardi ki o toaddi. iste bu kadar
buttery crusty crumbs i’m sick no eggs burning smell pops up grainy on my toungue eats breakfast no tomatoes here don’t scrape no butter please.
breakfast
sick toast.
manilla jelly.
dead butter.
hangover city.
i bit into a creamy goodness butter sticking to my lips with cooked breadcrumbs sprinkling it you sat across from me smiling at my milk and butter mustache
yummy with butter and jelly or peanut butter oh and eggs and sausage yummy yummy toast i wish i had some right now…is this tha taost we’re talking about? or did you mean like a taost?
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I love toast. It has to be crunchy though. Near burnt, but not actually burnt.
I prefer butter on my toast. I like eating chicken, tuna, egg or turkey salad on toast. I also like toast and jelly from restaurants. It’s always way better than you make at home. I wonder why that is?
I love toast with jam or cream, or sauce. Baked ones are better. I don’t like dry toast because it’s hard to eat.
As I sat at the breakfast table I was so sad there was no more toast. So I had jelly alone.
Burnt. He threw down the bread in disgust. This was just another – simple – sign of his failure. He couldn’t even make toast for her. She didn’t really love him, and it was all because he couldn’t make toast. Of course, it was really more complicated than that – but why try to think it through when it was really too painful.
a toast to celebrate someone’s sucess
i knew i was it as soon as i realized I still had the grenade in my hand and heard the pin drop not two feet in front of me..all of a sudden..nothing happened…when I thought that..I thought..that’s odd..I had time to think that..what’s next?
toast is bread that’s been cooked in a toaster…giving it a crunchy texture and smoky taste. enjoyed with eggs at breakfast, or honey as a snakc….toast is widely regarded as a favourite meal.
bread and fire
eat brown fall butterred side down tasty breakfast
i like toast it ‘s really paratic breakfast when you havent got time to make a big breakfast.
is my favourite thing to be eaten cold with lots of butter and jam spreaded on. It like to enjoy it with a huge mug of steaming hot tea and curl up on the sofa, munching way through slice after slice of crunchy sweetness. I do hate waiting for the bread to toast, though. Instant toast would make me very happy.