djoo know what'sa gonna happen to djoo?

my nerves are nearly shot and i.....well to spare you an agonizingly selfish boring story about my ineptitude and lack of ability to adjust to new surroundings, enjoy this instead!

i went to CVS tonight (BY MYSELF!!) and sifted through all the easter candy. i brought my selections up to the counter. reece's eggs, cadbury eggs, and this neat little find. imagine this conversation in your head. half of it with an indian accent:

"are djoo going to et all of dis tonight?"

"nah...i'll space it out a bit."

"OH! i see djoo 'ave a little chicken dehr!"

"actually, i think that's a dinosaur."

"do djoo know what'sa going to happen to djoo tonight? djoo are going to eat this whole ting up and den djoo gonna wake up and djoo gonna turn into a bik ol' dinosaur.....RRRAAARRRR!!" (massive arm animation!!waving frantically!! wave wave wave!!)

"oh, god...i hope not!"

"nope. i'm jus' kidding. djoo not really going to turn into a dinosaur. that's not really going to happen. djoo have a good evening, missus stewart!!"