I am relentlessly amused by the dumbest things and sometimes those dumb things come out of my mouth/brain/junction where my mouth and brain meet (a.k.a. nose, I’m guessing?). For the last few months, I’ve been posing as a Born-Again Cookie Evangelist on various chat rooms. Whenever I feel it’s appropriate, I type things like: “I am a cookie evangelist and I preach the truth! Cookies are awesome!” And, today, “That's how the cookie crusades started: saying the love of cookies can only belong to one group of folks. And we don't speak of the horror of the raisin wars.”
When I’m confronted with skepticism, I quickly reply with, “Are you a cookie agnostic? Trust your faith. Cookies are perfection. Have you heard the good word about cookies? I think Buddha ate them.” My smart-assery at the very least amuses myself.
I’ve yet to score an official convert to the Born-Again Cookie Evangelist cause. If you would like to make a donation, I like chocolate chips. I don’t like raisins. Oatmeal chocolate chip cookies are perfection in cookie form.
Moral of today’s story: If you eat cookie dough ice cream and then sit in the sun on a really hot day, do you think your tummy could be warm enough to cook the cookie dough? I think so.
An Erinku:
tummy
full of
hot cocoa / coffee
content
(both meanings of content are appropriate)
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