Who Did Dat Banana Puddin'?

I would like to take this opportunity to veer away from the Highway of Hell located here in East Central Dystopia. It's the only road in the territory and it has but one destination - the office building of New Age Slavery. As we turn off to the shoulder, let's talk about dreams. Not those dreams where you're in a men's room in Central Park doing lines of coke with Captain Kangaroo and Jennifer Aniston while Johnny Mathis sings from atop the urinal. (I would like to add that his voice sounds particularly spectacular as it ricochets off of the shit splattered porcelain. But I digress.) No, I am speaking specifically of the day to day dreams that we all have. A better house, a lot of cash, a new puppy, whatever churns your butter, as the saying should go. Well, my sister and I were on the subject of what we'd like to do for a living. See, no little girl lies awake in bed dreaming of someday answering calls for a company that's motto is "Here at N.A.S. we take great care in reminding you what a worthless SOB you are." So please don't even imagine that this is where we hope to be, come retirement age in the year 2079. Getting to the point, as I do have one, Cypher makes an extraordinary Naner Pudding. Let me be more specific. Cypher's Banana Pudding could bring permanent peace to the Middle East. It can cure cancer and the common cold in one spoonful. It makes dreams come true. When this goes global, women can serve this delightful dessert to a male companion and no lie, it's so good it'll get him to buy you a house with a wrap-around porch without havin' to give any head. Am I bein' clear?? So keep checkin' back to The Chronicles cuz we're gonna get a real live website goin' so as to share this creation with the rest of the world. Cause Cypher, she's one givin' bitch. That's why we love her.