I scream scone

Time for tea and a hard time.

Might be a teaser for ‘Children of the Scorn’ movie…

“Surely he scorneth the scorners; but he giveth grace unto the biscuits.”

This must be one of those ‘Scornographic Sites’ I’ve heard so much about.

Like every morning, I scorned the bread and spilled the tea.

You order your tea and get a complimentary scorn

These scones believe in tough love.

Hell hath no fury like a breakfast scorned.

Yes… I do know that some non-American speaking folks call biscuits scones, this is because they call crackers biscuits, cookies crackers and crackers fireworks. (And don’t get me started on bangers.)

Afternoon set: meeting of assorted braised vegetarians with rice. Some of them scorned.

There is a new breakfast cereal called PROSTITOOTIES. They don’t so “Snap crackle and Pop” – They just lie there and BANG.

Ironically, served with Tea and Sympathy

Morning scorned mee; afternoon braised thee.

0900H: ‘You call that a cup of tea? And what is that lump of stodge? Where’s the jam & cream? Did you make this rubbish? You should be ashamed of yourself, you’re a disgrace!’

Morning Scorn: game, set & match

That’s my code-name for my co-workers. They are an unpleasant bunch.

Breakfast pisses me off.

Stands the church clock at ten to three
And is there contemptuous honey still for tea?
(Rupert Brooke-Bond)

On the way to being an Engrish.com classic…!

No thanks. I’m not in the habit of scorning til afternoon. Could I please have a cup of coffee with sarcasm instead?

Monday morning sale!

“On Wednesdays I go shopping and buttered scorns for tea”
…..
[A while later]

“…..and a bra, I wish I’d been a”
[Scorning from the Mounties]

A prophecy?

“Do you even remember what you did last night?”

Aaaahh, just like mom’s…

“Morning Scorn: For those without good mornings.”

Morning scorns will make your eyes open wide, better than coffee.

“Here’s your damned tea and freaking scone! That ‘good morning’ enough for you?!”

William Congreve, in The Mourning Bride, 1697: As you’ll answer it, take heed This Slave commit no Violence upon Himself. I’ve been deceiv’d. The Publick Safety Requires he should be more confin’d; and none, No not the Princes self, permitted to Confer with him. I’ll quit you to the King. Vile and ingrate! too late thou shalt repent The base Injustice thou hast done my Love: Yes, thou shalt know, spite of thy past Distress, And all those Ills which thou so long hast mourn’d; Heav’n has no Rage, like Love to Hatred turn’d, Nor Hell a Fury, like a… Read more »

And after breakfast, the walk of shame.

They would love to hate you!

I buy one every time I do a walk of shame. It just seems appropiate

Here is your muffin… you low-life piece of sh**!