Pass the Syrup.
So the other day The fontosaurus and I were talking about the horror that is syrup. He was telling me about a pancake that can absorb up to two gallons of the horrid goop.
The trista: Syrup is vile. It is an abomination. A crime against god and nature.
The fontosaurus: Syrup is wonderful! A pancake is merely the vessel for the syrup.
The trista: Why would you defile your pancake in that manner?
The fontosaurus: It's not defiling your pancake! *some sort of blather about how the tree sacrifices its sap for the glory of the syrup and eventually the syrup-eaters die and feed the trees and the beauty of nature and blah blah blah*
The trista: *gag*
The fontosaurus: It's the Syrup of Life!
The trista: *shriek*
The fontosaurus: Hakuna Matata, biatch.
The trista: Syrup is vile. It is an abomination. A crime against god and nature.
The fontosaurus: Syrup is wonderful! A pancake is merely the vessel for the syrup.
The trista: Why would you defile your pancake in that manner?
The fontosaurus: It's not defiling your pancake! *some sort of blather about how the tree sacrifices its sap for the glory of the syrup and eventually the syrup-eaters die and feed the trees and the beauty of nature and blah blah blah*
The trista: *gag*
The fontosaurus: It's the Syrup of Life!
The trista: *shriek*
The fontosaurus: Hakuna Matata, biatch.