Hot Cross Buns......Hot Cross Buns.....One-A-Penny.......Two-A-Penny.......One-Hundred-Twenty-Nine-Pennies. Hope you own a roomy and spacious coin purse built for Abraham Lincoln and 128 of his little coppery clones.
Although, the unexpected inflationary surge in the bun market is but a small price to pay for an avowed addict to revel in some sweet, sweet hot cross buntopia.
After all, this plastic package of pleasure boasts a whopping XXXXXX rating. Yeah, it scoffs at all those paltry triple-XXX hot buns. A threesome of hot buns? No way! This is a party just waiting to be opened by an adventurous sixsome!
Me and my six-pack. Hey, you see me sweet-rollin', you hatin'.
3 comments:
So, when you opened them, did they taste...dirty?
You know, like mold.
What did you think I meant?
Geez.
I didn't actually buy them. I was short about 80 pennies so I kept waiting for 5 more people to show up with their 50 cent contribution so we could get the Hot Cross Bun Party started. Sadly, it never happened.
Hot cross buns! I suppose one could have stoolen them.. In thqat way you would not only have sweet buns but red hot booty too!
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