This is a pleasantly brainless entertainment thread for us all to gripe about...I mean, share our personal stories about the Hloogle, Pookie.
Who and/or what is Pookie? Allow me to let Annie post an explanation about that.
Shall I go first?

"I was sitting at my desk in the tiny room I share in the quad with my roomates. My term paper for Sister Mary Moltar's English Literature class was due in 8 hours but I hadn't gotten past my opening paragraph much less written any kind of cohesive thesis. I was soooo gonna fail this class, but it was late, I was under-caffeinated, and I just couldn't keep my mind on task. There's just something about 17th century English Literature that doesn't do it for me but I had to get something out....I certainly don't want to take THIS class again. That's when I heard it...that weird little noise that sounds a little like *phloot* and a little like *gleet* coming from Annie's backpack. I didn't walk over to check it out...what am I? Stupid? God only knows what Annie keeps in that pack! In any case, but a few scant moments later out pops this....well....thing! It smiled at me...I think....ran over...sat on my paper...took my soda poured it down its....throat? Then it giggled at me...*phlooted*...and ran off. Of course, this is the point that I notice it has left something behind on my English paper. *ewwwww...*
Funny thing though.....Moltar gave me a B- on that paper....I guess I'm not as tempted to hide him in Jasmine's lunchbox as I was before....
Franky X