I feel bad for Gingerbread men. They work so hard on their beautiful houses and ten seconds later, it gets eaten by humans. We eat their house. I sometimes hope when I'm eating ginger bread houses that the gingerbread men who built it didn't make it with asbestos. Otherwise I'd be dead. One minute the Gingerbread says "Isn't this a beautiful house?" And the next minute, "Oh F**k, now I've gotta fix it". Poor ginger bread people. Their houses are ruined and they sleep on cookie sheets. (If you got that joke, your gifted).