A Rebuttal to "Why Harry Potter Kinda Sucks"

First, I think you should read what I am responding to
(found at http://twigurrl.wordpress.com/2011/04/29/why-harry-potter-kinda-sucks/)

You will see my comments (noted by ***) after each section

So SO many peopla have been saying that Harry Potter is better than Twilight. That is NOT TRUE!!!!!!!
***So, so many people have been saying that Twilight fans have horrible grammar and spelling. This is SO true!***

Here are just a few reasons why Harry Potter kind of sucks.
***There are 4 reasons Twilight sucks. 1) Twilight 2) New Moon 3) Eclipse 4) Breaking Dawn***

1. Theres too much swearing. Ron says “blo*dy H*ll” all the time, and Molly weasley calls Bellatrix Lestrange a B*TCH in the last book! Thats seriously unaceptable! I mean little kids are reading that stuff!!! That kind of language is really bad!
***Again, Twilight fans seem to have a knack for poor grammar and spelling. Also, in the Twilight series there are mild curse words (like damn) that are seemingly worse than a good “bloody hell.” Also, Stephenie Meyer on many occasions writes that the characters cursed or swore under their breathe. She may have not written the words, but their potty mouths seem to be much worse. Also, if a lunatic was trying to kill you, what would your mother say? Would she be polite? I would hope she swore like a sailor. Or, does your mother not care?***
2. Its too violent. Like people die in every book, i mean its just depressing! and good guys die too!! I mean lupin, fred (one of the best characters), tonks, etc. I mean little kinds and people shoudn’t have to read that kind of thing! that teaches people that death is ok and natural! I mean who WANTS to read about that kind of thing?
***Turn on the news. People die. It’s a way of life. In the Harry Potter books, Albus Dumbledore (who dies) said, “To the well organized mind, death is but the next great adventure.” Taking this into consideration, the Cullens and Bella must not be very adventurous as they have “cheated” death.***
3. TORTURE. in HP, people torture other peopls JUST FOR FUN! thats WRONG! Its going to teach people that torture is okay and it’s not! I mean like Voldemort and Bellatrix like to cause people pain an dHAVE FUN KILLING PEOPLE! Thats so horrible that they like get turned on by killing people. Thats SO HORRIBLE AND WRONG! Not to mention depressing and WAY 2 DARK! Thats not okay for people to read. And for the death thing see reason 2.
***Way 2 dark? First off, it should be written way too dark. Second thing, Vampires drink blood. Vampires go hunting. Vampires kill things. Yes, the Cullens are a special tribe who do not drink the blood of humans. Bella and her unborn fetus do. I think I shall stick to Harry Potter where they drink butter beer.
Torture? The Twilight books talk of the painful process that entails becoming a vampire. Once you are bitten it takes approximately 3 weeks for the curse to course through your veins. This is not an easy process. It is torture.***
4. Its british. British stuff is never as good as american stuff. America is the top country in the world. I mean, im not trying to brag or anything, but its just a fact that america is the most advanced and powerful country in the world. Twilight is American, Harry Potter is british. Therefore, by logic, Twilight is better. And just because Twilight is american automatically makes it higher quality, just because its America, no matter what you think of the book. I mean, British people can be really bad, like they fought against us and LOST in WW2, right? So seriously, they just aren’t as good.
***I am American, and I think this is preposterous. Sorry, you may not understand that language because it is not American. Twilight was written with basic English and did not have a lot of difficult words to challenge its readers. The Harry Potter series continually challenged young readers in their vocabulary. With your display of grammar and spelling, I would surmise that you have not read the Harry Potter books, just watched the movies.
With your view point and closed mindedness, you are displaying an attitude similar to Hitler. Think about that, please. Change your attitude while you are young before you hurt others around you because they aren’t like you.***
5. Its comfusing. See above about it being british. But basically to go along with that, BECAUSE its britis, the stuff is confusing. like they use slang and stuff that doesnt make sense to ANYONE BUT BRITISH PEOPLE! and like the stuff they talk baout that is british and hard to understand. You shouldn’t have to use a fucking SLANG DICTIONARY when reading!!!!
***I am a little confused (see how I spelled that correctly). Your first point was about swearing. Did I not just read the “F” word in your last sentence?***
6. The movies are crap. So like they’re made by an american compeny, but why the hell do they have funny accents? I hate watching movyes and not being able 2 understand the people in them!!!! I mean siriusly, WTF?! I always have to rewind and use subtittles when I watch the movies, because of the funny accents! I mean cant the actors talk normally? whyd they get weirdos for the parts anyways? They should of gotten normal people who can FUCKING TALK RIGHT!!!!!
***Language? The Harry Potter is set in Britain. It would be wrong of them to speak with an American or Australian accent. Would you want your Twilight characters to have a German or a Rastafarian accent? It is keeping the stories in context. Why did they get “weirdos” for the parts? After Cedric died he reappeared as Edward in Twilight. So you have a weirdo as well. I am merely pointing out that you are being judgmental. When you grow up, you will realize the errors in your ways”
7. The chracters are ugly. Hermione is a frizzy haired dork. Luna is a weirdo and dresses like shes color blind. Rons a ginger, and we all know that gingers don’t have souns, thank to South Park… JUST KIDDING! That part was a joke, of course, but still, he’s ugly. Harry is just a weirdo wit glasses and a freakish scar.
And Dumbledore is creepy too. He has a beard, beards are creepy! And he has a mustache too, that makes him look like hes evil!! We all know beards are creepy, and he wears a freaking DRESS! THATS SICK, MEN DO NOT WEAR DRESSES!!!!!!!! Also hes gay. thats creepy because hes so old! Old peopla rent supposed to be gay! nothin against homosexals, btw.
***I am sorry that you feel you must judge on physical beauty. Guess who else did that! The Nazis. I really don’t feel this argument needs to go further.***
8. the villains are unrealistic. WHat kind of sadistic creepy fucking moron kills people and tortured them FOR FUN?!??! WTF?! And besides, its soooooo unrealistic i mean a REAL villain (like the Volturi) wouldn’t be considerate enough to wait until the end of the school year before enacting their evil plot. thats just unrealistic. And they’s just creepy losers with bad hair in cloaks. Yuk.
***Unrealistic? Sweetheart, it is called fiction. It is called fiction because it is not real. Fiction = unrealistic. Guess what section the Twilight books are in. Teen Fiction. Also, unrealistic.***
Anyways, these are just a few reasons Harry Potter is bad.
***At least in the Harry Potter series when the girls are rejected by the boys they don’t lay around crying thinking it is the end of the world. They go out and they kick ass.***
AND TWILIGHT IS BETTER THAN HARRY POTTER BECAUSE IT DOES NOT HAVE THE AFOREMENTIONED THINGS!
***The “aforementioned things” are being considered mute in point because of the lack of correct grammar and spelling.***
Stop thinking HP is SOOOO much better and trying to lord it all over us Twilight fans, thats just plain RUDE.
***I will continue to think that the Harry Potter series is so much better because of the loyalty, courage, bravery, and intelligence displayed by its characters. I do not try to lord it over Twilight fans unless they try and lord it over me in the first place. But, that’s just me. And you have cursed at us several times in your argument. You are in fact the one that is being rude.***
Anyways, I’ll probably write more on this subject, but anyways, consider this part one.
***For every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.—Newton’s 3rd Law of Motion. Every time you write an ill conceived blog on this point and I find out about it, please expect a similar rebuttal.***
Peace, Love, and Twilight for all!
***I can’t wait until the next time I can respond to your poor grammar, poor spelling, ill conceived notions, and close minded blog! Peace, love and butter beer for all!***

A year in status updates

To cupcake or not to cupcake—that is the question. Whether 'tis sweeter in the shape of rounds. The oohs and aahs of outrageous flavors, or to taste in a smaller presentation. Do I want to make cupcakes or a cake?

Epiphany gives great hugs.

When eating sushi it is important not to confuse the avocado and wasabi. Oops my bad! But, hey, now I can pretend to be a fire breathing dragon for a while!

Just pin me down and stroke my hair and I will be fine

Thank you Jared for saving us from the poo monster! (Ok if someone knows what this is about, I would greatly appreciate knowing why I put this as a status)

Hi, I'm Bek, and I'm scared of golf clubs.

Hi, I'm Bek, and I like to Wii alone!

Hi, I'm Bek, and on any day my day can be brightened by a venti sugar free vanilla breve latte no foam at 135 degrees! Yes, I am Bek and I am a coffee nazi!

Hi, I'm Bek, and I'm a hunka-hunk-of burning love!

Hi! I'm Bek, and I am wondering…how to mermaids poop?

Hi! I'm Bek, and I'm also wondering….how do mermaids reproduce?

Hi, I'm Bek, and I'm wondering….what would REAL angel hair taste like? Would it make a hairball that was enjoyable to choke up?

We were jipped our ENTIRE childhood! The macaroni & cheese box says it contains 3 servings! Mom made us split it FIVE ways! We were JIPPED I'm telling you! Jipped!

I like grocery shopping with my parents. Why? Because Daddy says stuff like "we need candied tomatoes." Um. Daddy read it wrong. It says "can diced tomatoes."

I would like to quote the 25^th letter of the alphabet. WHY?!?!?!

Our new cartoppers at work look like shark fins. I now have a very strong urge to play the Jaws theme song when I pull up in someone's driveway.

I've always wondered….how long does it take to hard boil an ostrich egg? Now I know….40 minutes!

Did you know that a hippo can open it's mouth 4 feet! I'm glad I'm taller than that, I have less chance of walking into the mouth of yawning hippo.

Glitter is the herpes of arts & crafts!

If I built an igloo made for two, would you come live with me?

It's cold enough to see a fart out here! WOAH!

Yeah I'm tired. I saw a status from a business on Facebook, and it said "Nashville has over 700 what?" My first thought…port-a-potties!!!

I feel like a psychic. I see. I see. I see….coffee in my future!

Own the oddness!

Life is like a pack of gum, I just don't know why.

Netflix just asked me if I like raunchy movies.

I love the sight of small kids reading big books! Poor thing ran into someone's butt he was so immersed in his book!

Wow! That house smelled like beans! Just smelling it made me want to fart!

Someday my John Wayne will come.

Repeat with me…"Hair gel is SOOOO 1980's!" Get an updated product helmet head!!!

You can spit. You can swear. But you CANNOT come into my house and refer to Oreos as a junk food!

Only in my world does a box that is labeled "body soap" but contains tobacco sauce not raise any questions!

I love how 5^th Avenue makes me feel like Moses on a good rainy day!

I figured out why I'm fat! The shampoo I use in the shower that runs down my body says "for extra volume and body." I'm going to start using Dawn dish soap. It says "dissolves fat that is otherwise difficult to remove."

I'm like a cupcake ninja!

Wow, I just saw an elephant give birth. That was really gross. Cool. But extremely gross. Ughh. It was a bubble coming out of below, the POP and WHOOSH! It was like a fire hydrant affixed to the ceiling!

Have you ever realized that female Alabama fans who wear a shirt with the red A on the front bare an uncanny resemblance to Hester Prynne in the Scarlet Letter.

What if what I thought isn't what I thought but something I wouldn't think to have ever thought of?

I just exploded a turtle (again).

You rock my knee socks! Do I rock yours?

I'm no nutritionist, but I am pretty sure that eating an entire tub of chocolate chip cookie dough counts as a raw food diet!

All that glitters is not gold. Sometimes, it is morons pretending to be vampires.

Things to do when you're bored….kidnap a cabbage patch kid

Things to do when you're bored….take a picture….take it back

Things to do when you're bored….harness chipmunk power!

In an attempt to make sure that I was awake & functioning, I asked my sisters to send me a math questions at a certain time. Q: What is pi? My answer? Oklahoma. I wasn't awake yet.

HOLD MY POODLE!

If slugs really sang like they do in "Flushed Away" I might be less tempted to sprinkle them with salt.

You're like my knight in shining….pick up truck!

Letting out a fart on a moving sidewalk is like strapping a fart to a hyperfast missile aimed at everyone behind you.

"I shouldn't be backseat grilling." – Dusty

I don't want to be the girl who is with a guy because she needs him. I want to be the girl who is with a guy because she wants him. Because she deserves him.

I can feel the music in my tea!

Best comment today "I love you more than mac and cheese!" Now that's a lot of love because mac and cheese is awesome!

I live a life without training wheels.

Pride is the sin that will drag you down faster than anything else. – Trip (MHI)

Was that thunder? Nope, it was skittles.

Can you imagine a shirtless gnome laying on a plastic stool benchpressing a 45lb dumbbell with "Thug Life" tattooed on his chest?

Considering the high percentage of super villans with advanced degrees, does that make my sister in danger of being a supervillaness?

Pretty doesn't hide stupid.

Remember when you were told you could be anything you wanted to be? You were lied to. You can't be me. No matter how hard you try, you can't be me. Give it up and go be yourself!

I want to stare at you like you poop unicorns.

I slipped and fel in front of someone. In the midst of him helping me back up & making sure I was ok he asked "is anything injured besides your pride?" Dear, my pride fell out of the window years ago!

It's so annoying how all of my bodily functions sound like kitten giggles and unicorn kisses!

Tonight is one of those nights where I want to throw in the towel instead of fold it.

Not naming the friend but she said "I never liked the word tandem. It sounds like a mix between tampon and condom." Bwahahahaha!

Of course I want to look at the dessert menu! It's all I have left!!!

As for me and my house, decaf is a sin!

Respect my bubble!

Big tough look redneck dude driving big tough Dodge Ram. What does the bumper sticker say? "This is not my boyfriend's truck." You go dude…

World Cup Finals? I think Ireland will win, but Krum will get the snitch.

Some days I ask, "What would Chewbacca do?" And the answer is always "Make that gargly roaring sound." So that's what I do.

That's me in the corner. That's me with my cell phone, losing my reception.

Can I just drop it like it's lukewarm? I'm tired.

I was bored, so I said "Wow that's a weird place to put a piano." Everyone looked around. We were in an elevator.

If you have a parrot and you don't teach it to say "Help, they've turned me into a parrot!" you are wasting everyone's time.

Screw you "recommended serving size" you don't know me!!!

You know your old when someone reminds you that MMMMMBop (by Hansen) was before their time. Ouch.

Remember "stop, drop, and roll" is not only an effective fire safety procedure, but also a memorable way out of a boring conversation.

Live every week like it's shark week

I read that burglars are using Facebook to see when people are home….from now on…I am home….with a shotgun….and a hungry crocodile….

Google it, Google Boy!

I'm watching Benjamin Button for the 100^th time. Never gets old.

I'm going to have to start following my brain. I'm beginning to think my heart is an idiot.

Come on and give me a big hug! Pretend I'm a banana and squeeze me out of my skin!

It doesn't matter…like a rack of speedos at the Big and Tall mens store.

It doesn't matter….like an opera in Alabama

It doesn't matter…like an accordion in an unlocked car in a "bad" section of town.

It doesn't matter…like a stop sign at 3am.

Dying for someone else is easy. The real question is what would you do to live for them???

This night has just blown….like the water heater

Team work makes the dream work, but this is a nightmare! – Ramalamba

Did I really just write, "keep your tamp hand strong?"

Bazinga, punk!

Not many men would send me a picture of their light saber! Too bad it was a Sith's and not a Jedi's. I'm partial to a good Jedi Light Saber!!!

Some people just need a kiss….on the side of the head…with a baseball bat.

Cashiers are always checking me out!

I'm hopelessly addicted to placebos. I would quit, but it wouldn't make any difference.

If you can't face it, moon it.

If coffee were blood, I would be a count DracuLATTE!

Always be yourself, unless you can be a penguin. Then always be a penguin.

No brain. No pain.

I'm not feeling violent, I'm feeling creative with weapons.

Sometimes I think I'm a genius, and then I realize I've already seen this episode of Jeopardy.

If people could read my mind, I would probably be punched in the face…a lot.

All I want is a nice person to hang out with until I drop dead…is that too much to ask?

My story has an amazing cast of characters, but so far no plot.

I have always wondered if I wrote a book about my experiences, observations, and life in general, would anyone want to read it? At times my life has taken some interesting twists. Some I laugh at. Some I cry over. Some I just sit and look back on with an astounded look plastered on my face. I think everyone can have an interesting life. It's just how you look back on it. Do you see your life as interesting? I do, because I have an amazing cast of characters in my life. But, my story isn't complete yet. The plot has still yet to be written or revealed.

From my crazy family to my even crazier friends, I have been blessed with the people that surround me. From my dad, Burr, who is the smartest person I know, to my dear friend, Jeremy, who is the most intelligent man I know, most people drive my desire to continually learn. From my sister, Rachel, who I swear would make a great nun if they had a better wardrobe, to my best friend, Misty, one of the most faithful people I know, most people drive my desire to continually grow and mature in my faith.

I don't always remember all of the details. I have bits and pieces of my memory. There are some years that I can't remember at all (and that is entirely my fault). But I want to document some of my memories. I hope someone else can learn from my life; maybe it will be what not to do, or maybe what they can do. I think the biggest lesson I have learned so far is to laugh. Enjoy every little minute, because time is so small. It is not guaranteed. When I die, I want to donate my body to science. It's another way to let someone learn from me. I don't need this body anymore, let someone else use it.

Last year, we gave my dad journals, pens, stationary, etc. so that he could write down some of his memories and stories. He has great stories. I don't want my dad to pass and we lose all of these great stories. It's part of our history. Well we gave him that challenge, so why have I not done this myself? I need to write my own history.

"Tomorrow hopes we have learned something from yesterday."—John Wayne.

I don't plan on writing anything in any particular order. Just writing. But, if I learned a lesson from it, I want to share it.

I guess the best love lesson I have learned is that I deserve someone who loves me for who I am not who they can change me into. I once dated a guy that asked me to act one way in front of his parents, one way in front of his sisters, another in front of his brother in law, another way in front of his friends, another in front of his co-workers, and he let me be myself around him, most of the time. I'm sorry, but that is too many people to try and please. He would have been better off dating someone with multiple/split personalities. That just is not me. I wish him all the best in life and love. But, that is one reason I could not love him. What you see is what you get. If you are ashamed of who I am, don't waste my time.

I had another relationship that ended for pretty much the same reason. But, it was for a much funnier reason. Ok, maybe it wasn't that funny. But I laugh pretty hard about it now; when it happened I cried. He was a great boyfriend! We went and did fun stuff together: hiking, biking, walking, kayaking, etc. And, he also liked to eat healthy which was great! He was always very cautious about where we ate because of my peanut allergy. He wanted me to be proud of who I was and how I looked. He was really good with picking out makeup for me to try. That right there should have been my big tip off. He was in the army and he was deployed twice during our relationship. When he came back from the second deployment, he confessed to cheating on me during his deployment. He cheated on me with a man; a man dressed like a woman. Can I admit that it was a real blow to my ego that he was more attracted to a man dressed as a woman then he was to me? I was hurt. We didn't talk for almost a year, but I forgave him, and still have a friendship with him and his partner. And, I know I will always get a cute makeup item for my birthday and Christmas from them. But, I couldn't be what he wanted. I can only be me.

I deserve someone who loves me for who I am. Yes, I do think he can desire for me to be a better me, just as long as I stay me. I know that sounds odd, but hear me out. I am a Christian and I believe in being equally yoked. I want a relationship where we continually yearn to build each other up in Christ. Being able to have someone to understand you on that level is important. I want a relationship based on friendship. I want to be able to laugh with him, cry with him, encourage him, and support him. If this friendship becomes a relationship that leads to a family, that would be great. Because then, my strong Christian man can lead our family, be the head of the household that God has outlined for our lives. This is what I deserve and I will settle for nothing less.

I am superstitious, and as I type there is a guy trying to sweep under my feet. I just told him not to do that because I want to get married someday. I think he thought I was hitting on him. Sorry dude.

Oh, and I have decided I have a strong disliking of Word's grammar check. It keeps telling me to use are instead of is when I really should be using is. Who wrote these rules on Word?

I got off subject. I will come back later and write more. Maybe one day this blog will be all collected up and combined into a book. That might be interesting. Ok, maybe it only sounds interesting to me.

Put a cigarette out on my heart, please.

Put a cigarette out on my heart, please.

For the past two nights, I have had the most horrifying dream. I don't want to call it a nightmare because I found it very poignant to my current state.

The first night, my dream started out with my little sister, Rachel, smoking a cigarette and putting it out on my arm. Then there were more of my loved ones and close friends. All of them were smoking and all of them were putting their cigarettes out on me. In normal lives, these wonderful people do not smoke. They would never intentionally cause me harm. So, why would they do this to me?

The second night, the dream started out the same (with Rachel) but the people became more varied. They included my pastor and his family, my friends AND their kids, my parents friends, etc. All smoking. All putting their cigarettes out on me. It is highly disturbing to dream about a 19 month old sweet peach smoking and putting it out on your knee. It sucks. My heart was in pieces. Why not just put the cigarette out on my heart? Why would they do this to me?

It's not just about me. It's about them too. Why would I do that to them? Because, essentially this is what I was doing to these wonderful people every day. Every time I lit up a cigarette I was hurting them. I was depriving them of getting to spend a longer life with them. I could be harming them physically by second hand. I could be harming them mentally by putting a cigarette out on their hearts.

I decided this week to quit smoking. This is a personal decision; it has nothing to do with anyone. It's my time. I decided to do this for me. I am on the patch, which is helping enormously. My anxieties are a little high, and occasionally I feel like I want to punch people in the face (but I don't). But, I'm tired of hurting my friends and their loved ones. My loved ones. My family . My Rachel.

These dreams started the night after I quit smoking. It is the cigarette on the heart I needed. If I have put a cigarette out on your heart, I apologize profusely. I could never apologize enough for what I have done. This dream was my awakening, it is the kick in the pants I needed. It's the hurt I needed to realize what I have been doing all these stupid stupid stupid 16 years. I hope that I do continue to get a cigarette put out on my heart to keep me strong and remind me of my effect on others.

Please bear with me during this time. Pray for me. Pray for my Mom and Dad because they are being so supportive and putting themselves in the front line getting pretty much the full force emotional flood I am being during this.

Thank you for being in my dreams and putting a cigarette out on me. I know you care because you were there.

Slow burning in a dancing room…

Slow burning in a dancing room…

    Yes, I know that is not how the song goes. I have been thinking a lot lately. So many thoughts have danced through my head and many emotions have burned in my heart. Can anyone understand how I feel? Maybe. I am generally a very upbeat, happy, open, loving and I try to look at the humor in life. But, for every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

    Upbeat and gloomy. You see me with a pep in my step, a smile on my face and laughter in my heart. I would rather spend my time uplifting others with my attitude and encouragement. But, there are days I have a cloud hanging over my head. Those are the days I hold up a flashlight so you look at my flashlight and not my cloud. I've heard it is comforting to see me "down" because it shows people that I am human. Really!? You need to see me depressed to know that I am human? Am I really that different? Maybe that is why there are days that I can be surrounded by people yet still feel hopelessly alone.

    Happy yet unhappy. I have so many things to be happy for because I have been blessed in life. That does not mean you can hurt me and I'm going to just toss that hurt away. That hurt protects me; it protects me from getting hurt worse. My unhappiness leads me to ask questions that I would never ask you directly. As my friend, can you truly say that you pay attention to me? Or, is our friendship one sided? Am I your friend for your benefit only? Do you notice when something is wrong and choose not to say anything? Or, do you simply not care?

    Open and shut. I have led an extraordinarily ordinary life. I have experienced many things that have helped shape who I am, some good and some bad. In most cases I do not run willy nilly into a situation. My moves are thought out like I'm playing a game of chess. I learn from my mistakes. If I have played with you before I know what I can expect. I can know when I need to sacrifice a pawn to save my queen. Or, maybe I haven't played with you before, I need to make the right decision in a timely manner before someone else steps in and takes my king! Most things I share. But, there are some things that I choose not to share, so please do not pry. And, please do not judge. I judge myself enough.

    These are things I have held back for a while. But, I cannot continue in this pattern. I need to let it go. All the negativity will slowly burn you away until that is all that is left: burning negativity. But, to every action there is an equal and opposite reaction.

Slow dancing in a burning room…

    I am not one who just throws "I love you" around. For me "I love you" is a promise. It means I want you in my life for the rest of my life. I have never uttered those words to a guy I have dated. In fact, until last night I had only said it to two men (one being my dad). And, before you ask….NO I am not dating anyone.

    In the past year I have met someone like me. Someone who understands me and I understand them; someone I can talk to without fear. Last night we were walking for a very short while (to my truck), and as they left and I got in my truck, they said, "I love you." I don't think they heard me, but I said "I love you" back. I said it with all confidence in our friendship.

    The past few weeks have been plagued with negativity, pushing and struggle. Last night all of that was lifted away. I was overcome with joy for the promise of a new long-lasting friendship. My heart is calm and dancing a slow waltz as a fire burns away all of my troubles. There are things you don't have to say, I understand. I can sleep easy knowing you understand me and won't misuse that understanding.

    So I raise my wine glass filled with chocolate milk and proclaim, "TO FRIENDSHIP!!!"