It’s that time again. Right before Spring Break when you’re really trying to shake the rest of those holiday pounds off of your fatass by sticking to healthy New Years resolution, you get hit with the worst temptation ever. Small, over priced cookies, that have been hand baked by the gods, and marketed by Satan’s spawn. This year I bought 12 boxes, and I still get punked into buying more when little Susie chest bumps me at the entrance of my local supermarket. And like a pussy, I give in. Besides feeling like a monster when I tell them to eff off, I’m also kind of scared to death that this will happen.
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