As I was running around trying to make chocolate chip cookies out of bread yeast and a chocolate bar, Yanna plopped herself down in front of the toob and started watching cartoons with headphones. Because of this, all I could hear was the hum of my own panic and the news program on the radio my host mother had turned on earlier. Add all this together (panic+news+cartoons) and you get a stressed-out american who doesn’t think it’s at all weird that Pikachu is talking about Dominique Strauss-Kahn’s alleged rape.
I have complete confidence in Squirtle’s background as a journalist.
Cookies turned out to be the bastard children of chocolate chip cookies, which in no way keeps me from feeling LIKE A GOD!
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