Can't. Stop. Eating. Them.
In my defense, I don't think it's all my fault. To put it bluntly, the cookies are evil. As a public service message, consider yourself forewarned. Eeeveeil. Furthermore, as part of the FDA's effort to accurately label food products, I'm recommending each box be marked with this:
Proof
I was compelled (think Damien from The Omen) to eat two more in the process of drafting this post. Let me clarify...Damien was compelled to push the Senator's wife over the balcony railing in exactly the same way I was compelled to eat three more Thin Mints, even though I feel kind of nauseous.
I think they have crack in them. So, when that cute neighbor girl oh-so-innocently knocks on your front door, peddling her little discs of minty chocolate addiction, Just Say No.
Can't you see him selling Girl Scout cookies? He's practically wearing the uniform, for Pete's sake. No, he's not a girl, but true evil knows no bounds.
1 comments:
Funny how I almost made a very similar post. My cookies arrived on Friday and I've nearly eaten half a box of thin mints. Without the tiny bit of willpower I've got, I would have eaten both boxes. All of them. And I would not have shared them with anyone.
I used to sell these cookies, so it's only fair that it's payback time on my own thighs.
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