I don't think some of you understand just what I am dealing with here

[commodorified]

She HAD to eat the butter. NOBODY HAS FED HER IN THREE MILLION YEARS, YOU GUYS. LOOK AT THAT TRAGIC STARVED BEATEN LITTLE FACE. SHE WAS FORCED TO CLIMB THE TREACHEROUS SLOPES OF THE MATTERHORN IN A HOWLING BLIZZARD ONTO THE TABLE IN SEARCH OF SUSTENANCE. TO SURVIVE.

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[valancy]

oh dear Lord, half a pound of butter!

reminds me of a day when I was a kid where mom spent ages making butter cookies, we went out and when we got home, half of them had disappeared from the table. the dog was the only one who could've done it, and she'd never done anything like that before - she wasn't the sneaky sort who even tried to get you to feed her from the table, she was totally cool. Man, my mother was mad.