22 Jul 2017 11:23:10
I was in the kitchen earlier this morning and my toast had just popped. Just as I was about to scrape my Can't believe it's not butter onto my toast, I took pause.
Looking at my toast, I see clear as day, the face of our beloved manager, Mr. Wenger. Just as I was about to build an alter and create a shrine to celebrate this marvel, the toast started speaking to me. It sounded like Mr. Wenger but it was definitely toast. It was at this point that I thought I was going crazy. Surely a piece of British toast shouldn't speak English in a French accent.
Fearing the worst, I went in to see my GP. After I had told him what happened, he sent me home with a stern word about indulging in the "herbs". He also started mumbling something about being underpaid and I ran out of there because I don't have time to listen to his problems. If he wanted to be rich, he should have kicked a ball more than he read his science books.
Long story short, I got home and my toast was now cold and in my a haste to leave the house, I forgot to put my Can't believe it's not butter back in the fridge. It's now, You better believe I'm a puddle.
By now, you're probably all wondering what the piece of toast said to me that caused me to rush out to my doctor. I must warn you, the words are chilling. They sent an electricity down my spine and made my blood run cold. The toast said
"Help me zip up my jacket please".
22 Jul 2017 11:51:57
I would have battered that piece of toast 👌ðŸ».
22 Jul 2017 12:05:24
I reserve my batter for Mars bars.
22 Jul 2017 12:18:01
Well it's the only way you would slap that toast French mate 😽.
22 Jul 2017 14:21:38
Sharpie you are a legend mate! 😂😂😂.
22 Jul 2017 15:18:28
Sanogo, I could achieve the same thing by sticking a maid outfit on the toast and giving it a feather duster.