Last weekend I went to a friend's house to attend a cookie-making party. Despite receiving an informative e-mail, I did not know we were baking tasty gifts for others. I thought I was signing up for an All-You-Can-Eat dessert buffet. By the end of the session we had four kinds of cookies, two kinds of fudge and one kind of swirled chocolate-peppermint bark. Then we were handed many colorful gift bags. I took the bags home, for later assembly, as they instructed.
Even though I now grasp the concept of giving the cookies away, I have done nothing but eat them all week long. I don't think there are enough left to make an appropriate gift bag now. What's worse, I told Luke to stay away from them so I could give them away. He hasn't had one yet.
My name is Abbi Crutchfield, and I am the human cookie monster.
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cookies are not meant to be shared, they aren't meant to be gorged. eat that shit up!
And death to anybody who considers a baked oatmeal and raisin concoction as a "cookie".
That's just gruel cake with old grapes.
Dude, my word verification thing was Plato!
@ H. Alan Scott: YEAH! It felt so right.
@ Chris: LOLOLOL. And can we sign a petition to eradicate scones from all coffee shops? Down with triangular cement!
@ Mo: Is that your Keanu Reeves impression?
Abbi, I feel your pain, I got this nasty delicious chocolate assortment for a gift this afternoon, I planned on being good and giving it away but it fell and broke clear open, can you imagine that? well, i started a repair job that was poo-poo, now it's 9pm im still at work and ive worked through half the box, lets read the label and see whats up:
3 pieces to a serving, a serving equals 140 calories and there's 14 servings.
there's ten pieces left and my belly don't feel too good, better get a diet coke to settle it down.
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