i am the pudding masher!
or so declared my friend josh after i mashed his pudding last night.
and by this i actually mean his chocolate fudge pudding and not his penis or any other juvenile euphemism you were thinking i was making.
pudding eaters, beware.
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insert juvenile innuendo regarding nads mashing a man's fudge pudding here... please! its screaming out for it!
you fudge masher nads!! nadine, nadine the fudge mashing queen!
not funny? right, i get it. excuse me while i go back to colouring in my 'Jem and The Rockers' coluring book.
-elo
i never knew that was what "a man's fudge pudding" referred to. beware the metaphors, they are mixed!
"She mixed her metaphors like icing sugar, the overwhelming sweetness (she thought) hiding the cracks in her argument. Sadly, the result was unsavoury; and no-one bit."
i'm intrigued, anon.
who art thou?
I'm scratch. Not that you know me. I just, uh, suddenly decided to stop lurking for no reason in particular. Nice blog you've got here, by the way.
Actually, now that I come to think of it, The incredibly handsome Mr. Boud has met me a couple of times, not that he'd recall me particularly.
nice to meet you, scratch.
please stick around for awhile and make yourself at home.
bedtime now. night night.
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