Day # 17. A lighthearted end to the week.

So, yesterday was a low point, I've got a feeling the first couple of days of the new diet each week might be a bit like that.  It didn't help that it was my colleagues birthday yesterday and he bought a dozen jam doughnuts for us all. Bastard!

Anyway,  I got an email from my bro telling me that my blog was becoming depressing to read, so here are a few carb related jokes to end the working week,  if not the PCP week.

My wife just left me because of my obsession with touching pasta.                                          
I have to be honest, I'm feeling canneloni right now.

Al-Qaeda have hidden bombs in tins of Alphabet Spaghetti

If they go off,  they could spell disaster.

My wife bet me I couldn't build a car out of spaghetti.

You should have seen her face when I drove pasta!

I'm training to be a pasta chef.

It's going really well apart from a fussily mistakes.

So I think I'm getting sacked from my pasta chef's job.

Think my boss is just waiting for the penne to drop.

I did 226 trip free jumps/skips this morning.  That is a record broken by a merry mile!