i thought i might pluck out my eye,
i thought that i might die.
then i ate six or ten cookies*
and no dying today did i
*boringly enough., these cookies were fruit-sweetened. i am still on the wagon and off the sugar train. they did the trick. tho. and for that i am thankful (thanks, you).
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i'm glad for all of your non-killer cookies. i would give you cookies everyday in our hypothetical universe of no consequence.
yes, you could shove them at me during a curly n' straight, light n' dark, clif bar n' tamari almond, cape breton steak n' metal god orgy. and we'd both have perfect asses and digestion.
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