…are so very tasty. I forgot how good cookie time was. NOT good for your waistband, but good for your soul 🙂 I had the market cornered when I was a child because I was the only girl scout in our area for about two miles. So, with that and my mail orders I took from people at Stanford University and at Hewlett-Packard (daddy worked there at the time), I sold about 550 boxes. Yeah, no joke. I was a power seller 🙂 So, what does this have to do with anything?
I just bought 9 boxes, and MAN, I forgot how good they were. Thin Mints, Lemon Pastry Creams, Peanut Butter Patties, Peanut Butter Sandwiches, Shortbread, Caramel DeLites…. oh save me now.
You’ve seen them. Popped collar, faux tan, jaunty hat, abercrombie all over, reeks of TAG, and with hot, hot women. Well, tonight I was shown the most amazing site in all of internetland.
Hot Chicks with Douchebags
Here is a small taste of the comment section of this website:
Hey Mike, we’ve greased our hair into tiny, marginally-gay fauxhawks, I’ve got my murse and you’ve got your bling. What else can we do to make ourselves more appealing to the Stepford Wife-wannabes at the roller rink?
How about we paint our faces the color of overcooked sweet potatoes, Joe?
You’re a genius, Mike. Hand me that can of TAG.
I think I need to go to the hospital I was laughing so hard. My poor, poor xiphoid process.