I love pudding
“It was a hot summer's night...laying on the beach...I ate all of it...”
- ~ Michael Jackson on Pudding
Everyone loves pudding, but I love pudding more than anyone else. There's nothing like a big cup of warm chocolate pudding in the morning after your eggs and bacon. No sir-ee. It's as hard to separate me from my pudding as a woman and her shopping spree. Pudding is what I love and if you can't take it then go to hell.
I'm going to eat it[edit]
That's fucking right. I'm going to go into that supermarket down the street, and then I'm going to go to the samples, and I'm going to fucking eat it all - all of it. Then they're going to get pissed, and then they're going to kick me out, and then I'm going to run in there again, beat up the manager with a large 2x4, and then eat all the fucking Swiss Miss in the entire damn store. And I'm going to have a large chocolate moustache when I get done, and all the little kids will cry. Whiny little brats. Then I'm going to get arrested. That's my goal for today, and if you don't like it then go to hell, Jules. You can go to hell.
Don't fucking Jimmy me, Jules[edit]
I'm going to fucking eat that pudding at that store and you won't be able to stop me, not even with that 9 mm you carry in your pocket. Not even that will stop me from eating all the delicious pudding in the store. That pudding is mine and mine alone, because I fucking love pudding, and if you don't like it then go to hell.
I'm going to the store[edit]
Yes, I'm going to the store right now in my car. I may have several bullet holes in my back windshield as well as my leg in addition to the risk of fatal blood loss but I'm fucking going to that supermarket, and I'm going to get that pudding, and I'm going to eat it, Jules. If you can't handle me eating pudding today then go to hell, because I'm not going to fucking let you get in between my pudding and me. That's like getting in the way of a woman and her shopping spree, and you damn well know what happens if you do that Jules. You know damn well. You've divorced twice... well, one of your exes is a man, but you still know exactly what I fucking mean.
And now I'm parking in the lot[edit]
Not even that shot to the head is going to fucking stop me from eating that pudding, Jules. That's damn right. I'm going into that store and you damn well know I'm going to come out stained in that sweet sticky stuff. Not even the people staring at me as I run down the aisle soaked in blood are going to stop me from fucking getting that pudding. Hell, not even my light-headedness is going to do that. I told you before, and I told you again, Jules, nothing is going to stop me from getting that pudding, and if you can't tak-tak...take tha...
pudd..ding...go..
I'm in the hospital now, Jules[edit]
And if you don't like the pudding I'm getting now while you're being charged for physical assault, then go to hell. It may taste like cardboard, but it's pudding. Yes sir-ee. And if you don't like that I'm eating this poor crap then you can go to hell, because this shit's still good.
Still in hospital[edit]
It's ok..it's fine. Because me and my little friend named Puddy Bitch will take over the hospital. Won't we my little Puddy Bitch? You're my pudding and also my bitch. I love you..yes I do..yes I do my little Pussy... I mean Puddy Bitch. Before you know it, this hospital will be ran by PUDDING! HAHAHAHAHAHA *Chokes*...I got to work on my evil speech man.