Dad vs. the pudding pack

First, he blasphemed Conan O'Brian... and now... now my father has reached a whole new low. He's deprived me of the quintessential collegiate survival tool...

He stole my pudding pack.

How will our relationship survive such betrayal?

Only time will tell...

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My "vertigo" confusion is no more. I mistook a fall from a window, for a jump, and that has made all the difference.