Not enough bread.

Part of being sexy is not spreading viral messages.

I cast Bread to Bananas.

I think you should have trained your dog better.

Never.

Omniscience. Easy to track down bread that way.

All the loaves. All of them.

I shall learn to longboard. In the first five minutes of me learning, my tricks will be so uncannily fecal that the local authorities may try to stop me. However, I will manage to evade them with more tricks, perhaps of a variety so incredible that the fecal matter ignites. Said authorities will need to stomp said matter out, not realizing the prank until it is too late.

A breadmobile.

OM NOM NOM.

I have always had a thing for cheese. Bread is disgusting.

*gets a yeast infection*

Snow has been happening for millions of millennia here on Sol III. The request is unable to be completed.

*didn't answer this until 6:23 CST*

Oh, wow. Someone has found bots for formspring. It's about time.

*feels an odd compulsion to remove socks and shoes which were never on his feet in the first place*

Invalid input. Please enter interrogative statements.

Only if you replace it with a chainsaw.

I guess my awesome caliber isn't twisted enough to want to think about what you mean.

Didn't you ask me this already? Just... last time you told me you were me rather than the jelly to my bread.