12:40 p.m., 29.10.04
Lock up your yoghurts.

I'm just sitting here giggling to myself about what a prick I must have been to my best mate's mum in high school. Not that I realised it at the time, I was just dopey.

She used to buy 6-packs of yoghurt - those light ones with blueberry and hazelnut flavours - about every 2 days.

And about every 2 days, I'd come over before she got home and eat them all. I love yoghurt, so I'd just sit there and eat them all one by one.

And she'd come home and go, "where are my yoghurts?" And I'd say, "Oh it's ok, I ate them all, Mrs. H." So she'd go and buy some more.

I think in retrospect she might have had a word to my mate about it too, because he started trying to protect the yoghurts from me whenever I came over. But I thought it was just a fun game, and I'd devise more and more devious methods of getting him to leave them unguarded.

An example: we were playing ball out the back and I was dunking all over him when I cut my hand on the rim. "Dude, do you have any bandages? And you'd better get some savlon too."

So he runs into the bathroom and rummages around for five minutes, and when he comes back out through the kitchen, there I am with a big grin on my face, blood all over the table and six empty yoghurts strewn before me.

I don't know why, but I find that endlessly amusing, particularly given the fact that if anyone stole all MY yoghurts I'd kick their arse.

Anyway, the reason I'm thinking of this is that I stole all Nous's yoghurts this morning and ate them. Heeheehee!

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