Tuesday, March 29, 2011

Eff you Girl Scouts of America. Eff you.

I now believe, nay, know that the Girl Scouts of America bake crack into Thin Mints.

It is the only explanation as to why, when I get within 10 feet of a box of them, I lose all sense of reason and attempt to cram them all into my mouth at once. I truly cannot be trusted anywhere near them.

Which in turn explains why a certain someone's phfffts smell a little minty at present. Whoops!

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