The local Girl Scouts were out today, selling cookies from a card table in front of the local coffee shop. But they weren't selling official Girl Scout cookies. "We thought the normal ones were too unhealthy," said one scout, as she gestured towards the little cellophane bags of scorched lemon bars and flat macaroons. "So we baked these ourselves. Using pure butter."
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I can't decide if that's really funny or really sad. Probably both. :)
Posted by: cass | Sunday, April 17, 2005 at 03:41 PM
mmmm..... butter.
that's hilarious!
Posted by: boxing octopus | Sunday, April 17, 2005 at 08:35 PM
I'm sorry, what? What?
The only reason for joining girl scouts is the thin mints. Who doesn't know this?
All hail the thin mint.
Posted by: Jody | Monday, April 18, 2005 at 07:42 PM