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He slept well and dreamed of cookies.
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The unlucky woman sleeps poorly and dreams of the sagging front porch. Ask me how I know.
cause you know me?
No, because my front porch is giving way. Both literally and figuratively.
is it too many cookies?
Until Bakerina and Boot came along and hit the man with a jar of home-baked goodies, yelling “BISCUITS!”
Thank god the Australian’s didn’t invent the internet or our computers would be drowning in a sea of bloody biscuits.
You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing.
wait, the australians didn’t invent the internet?
boot, i believe he means cookies with blood on ‘em.
Sometimes the comments don’t go at all where you expect.
Sadly, in the intervening year, there have been no more vivid dreams of cookies (or even biscuits).
God forgive me for doing this, but I have to drop a Futurama reference, specifically the episode in which the Planet Express crew ends up in Roswell, NM in 1947 and Fry becomes his own grandfather:
Fry: You know what really cheers you up? Baking a tray of sugar cookies!
Mildred (ripping blouse): How about *these* cookies, sugar?
(Sorry.)
I wanna nominate this as one of my own favorites, but I forget how.
It reminds me of the backstory—it was truly a vivid dream involving the full scale hot-oven scent of chocolate chip cookies. Nearly a better-than-sex dream.
Wellity, wellity, wellity. Look what Random Scrine just kicked up. ;)