How much do I like Christmas pudding?
Enough to write a whole blog entry about how much I like Christmas pudding!
Enough to make myself feel a little bit ill because I ate half of our Christmas pudding in a pudding eating frenzy.
Enough to resign to eat nothing but Christmas pudding and Flaming Hot Monster Munch for the rest of my days.
Enough to fight a trained Ninja Panda with one nipple tied behind my back for more Christmas pudding.
Enough to give up Christmas pudding, for more Christmas pudding.
Enough to eat Christmas pudding that’s been dropped on the floor… Even if the floor was made of poop.
Poop ice cream! Poopscream! I will invent it. It has nothing to do with anything, but yes… Er.
You know, I don’t believe i’ve ever eaten Christmas pudding. o.O
You’re a fiend!
I went to the shop.
We made 8 puddings together (including the veggie one for Chris).
As I could carry them home on train we were meant to share them later. I never saw them again.
Christmas pudding means alot to me too.
Hey I brought half of them back to nans but we didn’t see you over Christmas and they eventually got eaten.
I still had two of them right up till two months ago, I only finished them off out of complacency, you should have poked me with a spork. S’all I’m saying.