Peanut Butter Cookies. We all love them. Well, I couldn’t sleep last night so I got to thinking. What would be the ultimate peanut butter cookie recipe? So, here you go:
You will need (quantity not specified. It all depends on how many you want to make):
1. Crunchy peanut butter
2. Marshmallows
3. Hershey’s chocolate
4. Sugar (*laughs evilly*)
5. Baking Equipment
Here’s what to do.
1. Melt the marshmallows and the chocolate (preferably not at the same time)
2. Combine all ingredients, mix well
3. Drop onto cookie sheet in small one inch circles (Idk if it needs to be greased or not, trust your instincts.)
4. Flatten with spoon or fork
5. Bake at 350 degrees Fahrenheit for five minutes. *
*= ovens vary. Please adjust times as needed.
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Boredom Is The Mother Of Invention...and my writing.
Igloo is nice, and she really does mean well, but she doesn’t think before she speaks. (Igloo: Huh?) Actually, let me rephrase that, she doesn’t think period. So, being the kind-hearted, imaginary (yes, Igloo is a made up person, sorry ya’ll.) person that she is, she suggested we use our blog to have our voice heard on important issues. So, I guess technically you could say that I thought about it for a minute and then dismissed it…yeah, let’s just go back to pretending Igloo exists, it makes the blog much more humorous. (Igloo: YAY!) So, anyway, the reasons we don’t like to talk about important political issues on our blogs is that they ruin the comedy (or attempt at comedy anyway), and we don’t have enough views for our voice to really matter. Not only do I have a blog on Blogger, but I also have one on MySpace (which means I have to type the blog in Word and then copy and paste onto the website.) and on MySpace, I have gotten one comment. Out of nineteen posts, one comment. And, fifty-five total views. What’s 55 divided by 19? 2.89. Thank God they put calculators on computers! Anyway, that means I get two views per blog. That’s not worth being serious over!
So, that brings us to our non-serious topic! We all have heard that patience is a virtue. Well, not only that, but it is also a virtue that I severely lack! Now, we all get frustrated with computers. I don’t care if you graduated with a PhD in computer technology from MIT as a valedictorian in your class, and if you have the best computer in the world. At some point, you will want to punch your computer in the face. Which is never a good idea, because then you have to buy a new monster. Anyway, the biggest challenge you can ever face, is trying to teach someone over the age of fifty how to use the internet. Especially if the internet is slow. And if it took the guy a month to learn how to Google. You see, while I’m using millions of hyperboles in this blog post, I’m faced with any person with patience like mine’s (comparable to that of Hitler’s) worst nightmare. My dad just got internet at his house, and I have to teach him how to use it!
So, that brings us to our non-serious topic! We all have heard that patience is a virtue. Well, not only that, but it is also a virtue that I severely lack! Now, we all get frustrated with computers. I don’t care if you graduated with a PhD in computer technology from MIT as a valedictorian in your class, and if you have the best computer in the world. At some point, you will want to punch your computer in the face. Which is never a good idea, because then you have to buy a new monster. Anyway, the biggest challenge you can ever face, is trying to teach someone over the age of fifty how to use the internet. Especially if the internet is slow. And if it took the guy a month to learn how to Google. You see, while I’m using millions of hyperboles in this blog post, I’m faced with any person with patience like mine’s (comparable to that of Hitler’s) worst nightmare. My dad just got internet at his house, and I have to teach him how to use it!
Friday, June 18, 2010
The Cure For Boredom (There is none, I was just bored)
Are you bored? Because I sure am! (Igloo: And so am I! *sob* My brother broke my Justin Beiber CD!) Remind me to thank him. Anyway, summer is always disappointing. You sit there through 180 days of hell, just waiting for school to finally let out. And it does, and you're all excited. The next morning, you've run out of things to do online, and have gotten sick of Spongeboob reruns. (Igloo: I thought your mom was Spongebob?) There's a story there, but I don't really care to share it. Maybe some other time. Anyway, so what do you do? Simple. You go back to bed. Sleeping is the easiest way on Earth to waste time (next to Facebook) so go to sleep! And wake up at 11:00 at night when all the good comedy shows are on. Or infomercials. Who even watches infomercials? Seriously, who gets up at 3am to watch half an hour of advertising? Some old guy in a bathrobe in Chicago who's all alone with nothing better to do? All normal people hate commercials, unless they're in them. And if they're in them, then they're not normal, especially not if they talk to themselves in them. If you dont know who im talking about, turn on the tv. Anyway, why on Earth would you watch a half hour long commercial? Maybe the FBI uses infomercials to torture people...Hey, Igloo, come here 
... (Igloo:*runs*)
... (Igloo:*runs*)
Thursday, June 17, 2010
It All Begins
Hello and welcome to my new blog on blogger! Now, a few quick notes for those of you who haven't previously read my blog on myspace. My name is Jesse. My friend's name is Igloo. Her comments are in parentheses. I am nuts, or so my friends claim.
Today's blog is about how guys can never be perfect. Now, guys, we know you try, but it just doesn't work. See, whenever we girls want you to like us (Igloo: *cough cough*) *ignores*, you don't. But, whenever we (Igl: *cough cough cough*) Oh for God's sakes, Igloo, what is it? (I think that the guys should have an equal say in this). Anyway, whenever we don't want you to like us, you like us. We cant win!
Now, since Igloo is so passionate about this issue, let's let her speak *glares at Igloo and hands her the keyboard*. (Okay, well first of all, hey everybody, my name is Igloo, and I like unicorns. Now, while I don't like guys either...) *scoots away from her* (It's not their fault that they are confused. We girls need to step up and let them know whether or not we like them. By the way, I love butterscotch cookies and Brittney Spears!) Excuse me folks, I said I was nuts. Correction. Igloo is.
Today's blog is about how guys can never be perfect. Now, guys, we know you try, but it just doesn't work. See, whenever we girls want you to like us (Igloo: *cough cough*) *ignores*, you don't. But, whenever we (Igl: *cough cough cough*) Oh for God's sakes, Igloo, what is it? (I think that the guys should have an equal say in this). Anyway, whenever we don't want you to like us, you like us. We cant win!
Now, since Igloo is so passionate about this issue, let's let her speak *glares at Igloo and hands her the keyboard*. (Okay, well first of all, hey everybody, my name is Igloo, and I like unicorns. Now, while I don't like guys either...) *scoots away from her* (It's not their fault that they are confused. We girls need to step up and let them know whether or not we like them. By the way, I love butterscotch cookies and Brittney Spears!) Excuse me folks, I said I was nuts. Correction. Igloo is.
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