He didn't knead any more dough.
Because the thief was spending less than his wife.
A chauffeur.
ME: *leans in way too close* Leaving it.
Me: After lunch, next question.
Because it was making him moody.
Cut off their lips
Oh baby ewe...you got what I knead!"
I don't knead you anymore.
A batch of Tiger bread turned on them.
They baguette.
Because we all knead it.
You, knead me.