Girl Scout Cookies

Sweet, innocent, little darlings? Don’t let the facade fool you. They act their role eleven months of the year, but then for one month, around February, they bring out the devil’s temptation.

Oh God, how those damn cookies call to me. And with all the little Girl Scouts in the neighborhood, all the friends with daughters in the Scouts, and coworkers with girls in the Scouts, I can end up with a dozen boxes ordered before I realize how much debt I’ve signed myself up for. And the money is the least of the problem.

I eat the cookies a box at a time. Yesterday, I got my first box — and it wasn’t from an order — I bought it on the street. I ate the entire box before bed time.

There’re are several flavors I enjoy, but the Caramel Delites (formerly known as “Samoas”) are my favorite. I’d push an old lady down to get at the last box of these delights from the devil.

This first box just whetted my appetite. I’ve forgotten just how many boxes I’ve ordered through all the Girl Scouts around my life, but I fear I may have to get a second mortgage to pay for them, and I may have to buy a new wardrobe to wear after I gorge myself on the contents.

I need help, I know. But if someone tries to help by taking away a box of these cookies from me, I may kill. I must be stopped.

Special Note

Happy birthday Cowgrit!

Bullgrit
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