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Sunday, December 18, 2011
grandma's cookies are my crack.
my mom: Hey, Grandma sent some cookies. But don't eat them all, because I promised Becca that there would still be some when she gets here on Wednesday
me: (looking at giant tub of cookies) Yeah, that's okay. I don't think I really want any.
After trying just one cookie, I have been camped out for hours in my room hoarding the tub of cookies like a cracked out junkie.
2 comments:
where are my cookies?
so i exchanged those shoes for new ones and i'm going to glue the jewels in. where are you? does canada not have the internet yet?
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