cameron: im gonna make some monkey bread my neighbor, care to assist?
nicholas: nononononononoonoonoonon please
*nuts and cuts*
cameron: mmm yes monkey bread
nicholas: nononononononoonoonoonon please
*nuts and cuts*
cameron: mmm yes monkey bread
by cameornlma November 9, 2019
Get the Monkey Breadmug. by Joratington_anc2 January 12, 2022
Get the Johannes breadmug. by Saymyusername October 3, 2019
Get the Bread sweatsmug. A dance that can only be performed by a fat lady rolling her fists and pushing her palms down in the direction of the floor.
by dragon777 July 30, 2010
Get the baking the breadmug. You know that feeling when your friend buys or makes you something that you honestly… hate. You know, for example if you best friend came along and offered you some expensive plum bread that they bought with their own money; there’s no way you could turn that down. You hate it, but you eat it. Each bite offers a strange texture that simply does not cut the mustard. Well, at least not effectively or efficiently for that matter. And probably with the wrong knife too!
Your friend, believing you love plum bread, buys another fucking loaf. You can’t go back now; you can't say you don’t like it otherwise they might think you’re some kind of retard. You then scoff down another loaf.
Anyway, you’re in too deep now and you can’t take back what you've said. The situation is very grave, and you have but one option. You slip out the knife you always carry around for situations like these.
“What’s that for buddy?” they say with a cheerful tone.
You slowly but surely push it into his neck.
“Ow,” he says before dying.
As if to answer your pleas, Batwhale floats over the top of your friend’s house, which may as well be yours now. He lets a gush of milk out as he moans “Milk is good for your boooones.”
You cheer and pray and eat it all up; every last drop. Now this cuts the mustard. You feel fulfilled and may never need to eat again. Your life is complete and Dorudon is your savior.
Your friend, believing you love plum bread, buys another fucking loaf. You can’t go back now; you can't say you don’t like it otherwise they might think you’re some kind of retard. You then scoff down another loaf.
Anyway, you’re in too deep now and you can’t take back what you've said. The situation is very grave, and you have but one option. You slip out the knife you always carry around for situations like these.
“What’s that for buddy?” they say with a cheerful tone.
You slowly but surely push it into his neck.
“Ow,” he says before dying.
As if to answer your pleas, Batwhale floats over the top of your friend’s house, which may as well be yours now. He lets a gush of milk out as he moans “Milk is good for your boooones.”
You cheer and pray and eat it all up; every last drop. Now this cuts the mustard. You feel fulfilled and may never need to eat again. Your life is complete and Dorudon is your savior.
by Mmmm Juicy! November 12, 2014
Get the plum breadmug. by God12345666789 December 30, 2018
Get the Garbage Breadmug. The shift in-between the 3rd and 1st shift, that is a real drag. Usually starting at 2 to 4 AM to sometime in the late morning. Not considered the graveyard or morning shift. It is the shift in-between the two that leaves the worker in despair because their sleep cycle is not in sync with other shifts. It is the shift that leaves you in solitude and loneliness. People who work the bread shift are usually anti-social and sad, but have much loyalty to the company. It is called the "Bread Shift" because most bread vendors tend to work these awkward hours.
Jonesy works the bread shift, sometimes people do not even know he worked here. He was a stranger at company meetings who looked like a zombie due to an awkward sleep schedule. The bread shift sucks.
by Vaimaster7 February 2, 2019
Get the bread shiftmug.