CommonWombat: Think of a number between 1 and 73
CommonWombat: now tell me what your number is.
miss kendra: 37
CommonWombat: I KNEW IT
miss kendra: i knew you would! we have a connection.
CommonWombat: Yes. The strong bond of insanity.
miss kendra: strong indeed, the bond is
CommonWombat: yoda, you sound like.
miss kendra: i know!
CommonWombat: and smell like.
miss kendra: hey!
CommonWombat: so they say.
miss kendra: yoda smelled like cookies?
CommonWombat: No, Yoda smelled like pancakes and roses. But that's gotta be cookie-esque.
miss kendra: probably. are roses edible?
CommonWombat: You know what? They are. I've eaten rose petals. They taste like nothing.
miss kendra: what a disappointment. i was thinking maybe i would buy a couple and make yoda pancakes this weekend.
CommonWombat: That was curmudgeonly of me. They didn't taste like nothing. They tasted like God. That's better.
miss kendra: like god? HA!
CommonWombat: Either roses taste like God or God tastes like roses. Maybe God's been dipping into the Crabtree and Evelyn
miss kendra: i'm pretty sure i don't want to taste god.
CommonWombat: Sure you do! God tases like roses and Jesus tastes like a mars bar!
CommonWombat: see why I didn't become a minister?
miss kendra: i do see. it's that and the whole taxidermy of children thing.
CommonWombat: It was fucking the boneless baboons that cinched it.
miss kendra: i don't think jesus would judge you on that one
CommonWombat: who do you think was holding up the baboon's tail?
miss kendra: with his left hand, cuz the right one's busy if you know what i'm sayin'
CommonWombat: Jesus likes baboons. And he tastes like mars bar. I think we're starting our own religion.
miss kendra: if that's not righteous, i don't know what is
CommonWombat: What should we call it?
miss kendra: the church of chocolate monkey love
miss kendra: or wait, are baboons technically apes? because i don't want to offend anyone
CommonWombat: dude. I like that. I'm in. Baboons be damned. I like the Church of Chocolate Monkey Love. I want to be Grand Poo-bah
miss kendra: done. and i will be grand poo-bess
CommonWombat: My first act as Grand Poo-Bah of the CoCML is to nominate your busted arm for sainthood.
miss kendra: i second that, so it's pretty much done
CommonWombat: the power we hold is awesome.
CommonWombat: It's going to my head.
CommonWombat: I just walked on water.
CommonWombat: No wait. I rolled in my rolly chair. oops.
miss kendra: what's the saint's name? so i can make candles and shit
CommonWombat: Um... which arm is it?
miss kendra: left
CommonWombat: St Lefty Mctingles.
CommonWombat: You can now grant wishes with that arm.
miss kendra: sweet!
CommonWombat: That's how it works in the CocML.
miss kendra: our church rocks.
CommonWombat: We have the best church this side of... Um... The branch Davidians.
miss kendra: but without all the death, and more grand poos.
CommonWombat: Yes, let's outlaw suicide pacts and anything involving kool-aid.
miss kendra: except dying our hair.
miss kendra: because we so encourage tasty acts of rebellion
the CoCML... coming soon to a cult center near you.