My best friend is an uncultured boor. (But I still love him.)

First he tells me he's never seen Monty Python and the Holy Grail, then this:

VmpyrAngl: scrape the pan?
VmpyrAngl: for pudding?
Mnkysnt: yes
Mnkysnt: for yummy bits of pudding still in the pan
Mnkysnt: we don't do instant pudding in this house
VmpyrAngl: I meant... why would you need a pan for pudding?
VmpyrAngl: instant or not
Mnkysnt: to cook it
Mnkysnt: doy
VmpyrAngl: you cook pudding?!?!

For these offenses, he shall bring me--a shrubbery!

Nifty

First of all, this rocks! <3 <3 <3

Also, got nifty little book-thing from Ms pezzgrrrl. It's really pretty! (Though it's tough to get ahold of my mail when it's addressed to my username..)

by request..

If you want the Godzilla love thing, here's the code to put it up:
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no wonder I'm fat

My father cooked and baked all day. After midnight he made the pudding--a double batch of chocolate, and then vanilla. When he'd had breakfast he started the bread. While I was in my second benadryl-induced sleep of the day (damned sinuses) he made doughnuts! And then there was dinner..

Something must be bugging him.

I just realized something

Doing things that cause happiness in others is one of my favorite highs.