Python: I’ll trade you my pudding for your cookie. Python: Oh man. If you’re sick and twisted that could be a really gross joke. Python: I’m sick and twisted enough as it is. Me: EW! ROBBIE! Python: Did you get it? Pudding = love juice and cookie = love canal. Me: Did you just call my vagina a love canal? Python: Um, possibly. Me: Remind me why I still talk to you?
