For my Biscuit -

Biscuit:

Well, I must admit I was going to get all "snarkified" on you and draw a paintbrush picture of a pile of poop (that's a Stephen-ism, if you weren't aware) full of corn and say something along the lines of, "You're right, something so much better could come out of me!" But, that would be childish and immature, despite my strong inclinations to hop onto Paintbrush and produce some "aht."

But I won't. I can be a big boy. I can be an "I complete you, and you complete me," boy. Even though I kicked your A$$ in the Staring Contest.

That's right. Challenge me to a rematch. I double-dog-dare you.

And you thought you were going to hate me for this post. But you don't. Because you're my warm, golden, tasty, buttery mouthful of joy. Mister Whinypants is back. Don't worry none.