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He slept well and dreamed of cookies.
March 7, 2006 at 9:10 AM ::
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Jo on 03/07/06 at 09:12 AM ::
The unlucky woman sleeps poorly and dreams of the sagging front porch. Ask me how I know.
Snow on 03/07/06 at 09:36 AM ::
cause you know me?
goliard on 03/07/06 at 10:10 AM ::
No, because my front porch is giving way. Both literally and figuratively.
Snow on 03/07/06 at 10:11 AM ::
is it too many cookies?
e on 03/07/06 at 02:33 PM ::
Until Bakerina and Boot came along and hit the man with a jar of home-baked goodies, yelling “BISCUITS!”
boot on 03/07/06 at 04:29 PM ::
Thank god the Australian’s didn’t invent the internet or our computers would be drowning in a sea of bloody biscuits.
'mouse on 03/07/06 at 04:32 PM ::
You’re saying that like it’s a bad thing.
boot on 03/07/06 at 04:39 PM ::
wait, the australians didn’t invent the internet?
boot, i believe he means cookies with blood on ‘em.
e on 03/07/06 at 08:35 PM ::
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).
'mouse on 03/07/07 at 02:09 PM ::
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.)
bakerina on 03/07/07 at 06:06 PM ::
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.
'mouse on 01/11/08 at 04:34 PM ::
Wellity, wellity, wellity. Look what Random Scrine just kicked up. ;)
bakerina on 05/20/08 at 07:37 PM ::