I could cake less

“Just use your head.”

This way to the Renaissance Festival.

The cake is a lie.

… or you get bad meadache.

Cake is obligatory. People who do not take cake will be punished by confiscation of their mead.

Take cake and eat! The sign in a bakery.

Cake and mead? I’m in. This has got to be better than dunking donuts in coffee!

The cake may be a lie but the mead is a libation.

You can’t take the cake and mead it.

Let them drink mead!

I guess someone bumped his head here and decided to hang warning signs. Unfortunately the bump has damaged his English writing skills. Either that, or he had too much mead.

Or perhaps mulled wine

Of all the “mind your head” engrish, this one certainly takes the cake!

Grace Slick lyric?

@ Coffeebot: Or MacArthur Park…

I’m getting a meadache from these signs.

Leave the cake, take the canolies.

Understanding these signs is no cake walk.

According to the yellow triangle, deelie-boppers must be work in this area.

You can have your take, but you can’t mead it too.

@jjhitt: looks to me like the danger is that a teeny guided missile will fly out of your head. (I mean your mead… whatever.)

Cake made of mead . . . new flavour?

Take cake and loose face. (As per the picture in the yellow triangle.)

When I take care of too much mead my head looks like that too.

The faceless men run this place.

My mead hurts but will take cake of it.

Hey, pal! Take cake YOUR mead before ya go tellin’ me to take cake MINE! Got that?

Or your cake will be thrown into the Pacific Ocean.

I was a cake and mead man. She was a six pack and Twinkie girl.

Mead cake. Well. If they can make Swartzwaldkirschtorte, mead cake should be a cinch.

My mead is killing he

He bought me the mead five winters ago
And the cake the following fall
Then the crisp lousy beef and the slippery pig,
That was late ’48 I recall
Then last night in his apartment
He served me the fried cabbage gall
And I said as I ran down the hall

Take back your mead
Take back your cake
What made you think
That I was partial to Frank steak?
Take cake your mead
And all your Squids Lice
I don’t want fried horse crap
Or desktop bacteria rice

Your mead? Don’t you mean my honey?

Great its the French Revolution all over again!

Chinese Grendel ahead.

Leave pie my grog

Correction: Make sure to not hit the sign warning you not to hit your head

I’d be a lot happier with a belly full of mead.