and it thinks what have I done with my life?

Instructions unclear, now I have noodles up my nose. The sniffling is there though.

If you need to write menus, wait until you’re soba.

If buckwheat noodles are put into other body cavities, expect even stranger reactions.

Goodness the noodles are alive

What next, the noodles talk.

You may well put buckwheat noodles in your mouth Tojo.

I wouldn’t even stick them up mu bum.

Edit. my not mu.

These instructions were wrotten by a f–kwheat.

Speaking of breaths.

The doc sticks his stethoscope on the chest of a young lass, and says: “Now, big breaths.”

She says: “Yeth. And I’m only thixteen.”

Archaic noodles: “Have at you, breath!”

Verily, I do say unto thee:

The wages of Gin, is breath.

Not into YOUR mouth, just into A mouth…