For some reason, I don't associate "sweet" with "chicken & broccoli." O.o

Neither do I. It was utterly confusing. I don't typically like sweet dinner.

It definitely sounds...different. o.o

Yeah, after a while it made me sick, and made me really not wanna eat it. >_<;;

Synth: Pudding is like god in a bucket. Because that's how you eat it. By the bucket.

One should always appreciate the value of pudding of great magnitude.

The Bucket of God.

Has quite the ring to it.

"Have you heard the good news?"

"Yeah, yeah, Jesus, blah--"

"No, no! The Pudding! It is of God!"

To join the church of Pudding is to be one with it's gelatinous awesome- it's creamy essence flowing in your very veins, every ounce of milky magnitude enhancing all things. It is glorious, and glamorous, it's perception altering sugaryness spilling into every moment of life...Pudding is one. Pudding is all.

Pudding is.

Sorry, I'm already a member of the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster =/

I don't think the Flying Spaghetti Monster would mind if you also lent a bit of praise to Pudding. :)

I believe in everything, and nothing. I believe everything is possible, and nothing impossible. I believe all things have their own basis in truth and reality.

I believe in Jeff, the God of Biscuits.