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What kind of evil wife reminds her husband of his recent lack of exercise and his increasing spare tire and then goes and leaves him alone to work late at the office where she has left a baited ‘Mouse-trap in the break room with a half dozen homemade cranberry muffins and a fresh, new bag of Nutter Butter cookies?
Some men dream of fortunes, others dream of cookies.
No fortunes will be in your cookies.
I once freed a woman from a solemn vow of marriage in exchange for a batch of chocolate chip meringue cookies.
“Maybe I’m in love with you,” she said to the metal bird, whose only reply was to hand her a peanut butter cookie with one twisted and somewhat rusty claw.
He slept well and dreamed of cookies.
The bevy of young and beautiful virgins sat nibbling on cookies and sipping glasses of milk, each woman awaiting the return of her hero.
Faced with the prospect of yet another day of uncertainty, I had no choice but to go cookie shopping.
Three - count ‘em! - receptionists with eagle eyes and calorie calculators for brains are keeping me from sneaking more Christmas cookies this morning.
“I wanna cookie, to!”, the little girl yelled, to which her father replied, “No, sweetie, you mean ‘I wanna cookie, TOO’”.
“I don’t really eat chocolate at all and rarely eat cookies.”
Heaven is the scent of a chocolate chip cookie made from barley flour, approximately 2 1/2 minutes before it finishes baking, sez I.
There are more oreos than there are visible stars in the sky.
Even at eighty-three, Festus would play robbers - he’d take up the whole living room with an intricate fort made of sheets, chairs and whatever else he could get his hands on - and he’d stow away with the stolen cookie jar, hiding from mom, his wife, the kids, or the social workers when the former became intricate imaginings.
I know in my mind that chocolate-chip cookies are not the solution, by my heart craves the temporary relief they offer.
Never mind the niceties, just hand me the whole pack, not one measly Oreo.
It wasn't long before Juan began to regret using the old pickle jar to store his cookies.
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