I just went to the restroom, and saw something interesting. There was a random trail of raisin bran leading to the end stall. Said stall is nick-named the "poo stall", on account of the fact that it's out of the way, so it's where the girls go to, well...you know.
I'm strangely relieved that there weren't milk spills on the floor.
Whatever Happens, Let's Be Prefessionals
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I'm pretty sure today is one of bakers' least favorite holidays ever, if
only because it's so stinking hard to spell:
(I admit it: I had to double check...
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