Everyone...
Yes, EVERYONE... Everyone is talking about Girl Scout cookies.
They have arrived.
They are eating them.
They are freezing them and eating them.
But am I enjoying the goodness that is Girl Scout Cookies?
No. I. Am. NOT!!
My cookies don't arrive until Monday. MONDAY? What the Fuck, Girl Scout?!?!?!
Hand over the cookies before I tie you up with that sash and...
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... oh, hi. You're still here? Shhhh, just don't tell anyone and I will totally share my Thin Mints with you.
Her? Yeah, she's hog tied and being forced to watch Boohbah. Torture? Hmmm, I suppose you could look at it that way. Stop you say? Oh no! I'm not stopping till I get the goods. Give me my cookies Sistah!
1 comment:
Gee, Sass. You've turned into a real Suburban Pants (aka mom jeans). What happened to all the salcious gossip and titallating tidbits about sex, drugs & rock n' roll that made your blog so sassy? Dice games, cookies and gym equipment? Not sassy.
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