The female baby boomers got together and decided that NO grandchild in these here United States of America would ever go through life without the experience of finding a circular tin can graced with cookies upon it, only to open it and find the smell of moth balls and miles of thread needles and pin cushions. Men everywhere were fattened by the onslaught of the cookie era. Night after night parents secretly ate cookies while children slept and collected sewing materials. These children found the tin cans and were heartbroken. They never told another the pain and anguish they'd suffered and now that you've read this all the way up til now I guess it's ok to let you know i just lowered my risk of giving a fuck my switching to weed.
I've yet to see one in our generations household... we either arent buying these cookies or arent sowing. Get to it ppl so we can piss off our children
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