What happens if people know his name?

I don't know.

He won't say.

He's just like, this is just what it is at this point.

And I'm like, well, when we exchange our wedding vows one day, I'm not going to say I take the British Bake Off.

I'm going to say your motherfucking name.

And you better be okay with that.

Unless you have Mary Berry there.

Then you should. Or even Paul Hollywood and he'll just finger your croissant.

While he's making sure his bread is flaking.

He'll give you a handshake and go on to the next round.

The slices Paul Hollywood cuts are fucking egregious.

They are so massive.

And I'm like, just take a tiny bite.

Fucking idiot. He loves to finger fuck. Yeah. Everyone's bread. Like, you could see his dick jump

a little bit when he's like, it's bread week and he's like, that's right. It is wild. I'm here

for it. People think it's boring.

I think it's sensual.

I really thought Mary Barry was going to lose her whole goddamn top tier of one of those things called?

Dendures.

Yeah.

Every time someone made a peanut bread and I said, this is the time.

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