The Stupid Lodger & The Sugar

LANDLADY - You're gonna have a bitter coffee tomorrow morning.

STUPID LODGER - I beg your pardon?

LANDLADY - Yes, 'cos you bought Caster Sugar instead of normal Granulated sugar!

STUPID LODGER - uh ...and that's not good for sweetening coffees?

LANDLADY - Noo ...That's for making cakes [stupid lodger]!

 

 

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