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:Interlude: Of Cakes, Cats, and a Concourse... |
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For your edification:
Dietr: my big brother
D: me
RD: Dietr's roommate
Jericho and Booker: Dietr and RD's cats
Nicki: RD's girlfriend
The actual conversation copied and pasted from a MSN chat window.
Dietr: So I asked RD if he thought that when we're finished with the incredibly delicious cake and returned the pan to you, if you would automatically refill it.
D: Yes, though I will have to get more icing
Dietr: Hey, we can provide the necessary items. We just can't make cake that good.
D: Honey, you should have seen me make it.
D: Mix ingredients together with wisk.
D: Pour in pan.
D: Bake for 40 minutes.
D: Cool.
D: Ice
D: Voila!!!
D: The good part is all hidden in the box.
Dietr: Okay. That's how it would go for you.
Dietr: Here's me:
Dietr: Mix ingredients together with wisk.
Dietr: Contemplate how to remove one particular ingredient (namely the deodorant, I don't know how it got in there).
Dietr: Start over.
Dietr: Mix ingredients together with wisk.
Dietr: Repeat steps 3,4, then 2 again.
Dietr: Pour in pan.
Dietr: Remove Jericho from pan.
Dietr: Repeat steps 2,3,4, and 6.
D: I'd stop you from continuing, but but I'm having too much fun visualizing all this.
Dietr: Call RD into the kitchen, because I, in my gimpyness, can't reach the really high flames.
Dietr: Run for cover.
D: Flames??!!
D: Yikes.
Dietr: They started somewhere between steps 3 and 5.
D: I see.
D: After Jericho was removed from the pan, I hope
Dietr: Yes.
D: Oh, good.
Dietr: Step 8: Help Jericho lick herself clean.
D: *ack* Furball...
Dietr: Step 9: Apply bandages where necessary.
D: And burn ointment/aloe
Dietr: And steri-strips.
D: Indeed
D: Well, since you so clearly require my aid, I guess I'll just have to get around to doing my dishes soon so I actually can make you another cake.
Dietr: Well we're still working on this one.
D: Fair enough. I just want to be ready to "automatically" fill the pan.
D: You know, when most people type lol, they're not actually laughing out loud, but I swear that's all I was doing from the beginning of this conversation.
D: And still am.
Dietr: I haven't gotten around to telling you when we'd attempt steps 22-34 where Booker takes over and RD and I have to convince the neighbors to not call the cops and/or FEMA.
D: I'm just picturing that... wow.
D: Booker has a chef's hat on
Dietr: No, a beret.
D: Ah, ok.
Dietr: Saying "where's that aloe? It needs more aloe."
D: Meanwhile, Jericho's begging to lick the wisk... and the bowl... and the pan... and the jar of frosting...
D: And the aloe?
Dietr: She has wings.
D: Like fairy wings or bird wings?
Dietr: RD, Nicki and I discovered that just a little bit ago.
Dietr: Like Concourse wings.
D: Good for her! I was wondering when cats would take that next step in their evolution.
Dietr: She has so much flab that you can pull it out on the sides and she can become airborn.
D: Ah, but are they aerodynamic?
Dietr: We tested that.
D: Oh my.
Dietr: She's got too much chunky flab around her.
D: Air Jericho. Touching down in the kitchen, garage, and RD's room twice daily.
Dietr: And at her food dish 304,227 times daily.
D: Of course. To refuel!
Dietr: No, just to check for fuel.
D: Well, the intent is essentially the same
Dietr: But there's a difference between "I need fuel" and "I want fuel."
D: This is also true.
*bows* Just proves that it is possible to utterly ruin a cake when most of the ingredients come out of a box.
 Adeiras · Tue Sep 28, 2004 @ 04:18am · 0 Comments |
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