This is it. The end of the box. Goodbye Thin Mints! Our time together was too short, as it always is. I stretched out our tryst for as long as I could, tasting your sweetness only 3 times a day - except for that one time, when I really needed that extra pick-me-up at 8pm when I knew I couldn't go home for another hour, at least. But it never matters. It always ends like this: you, disappearing, leaving me wanting more. But I can't quit you. I've been a sucker for you since I was pimping you out to my neighbors at age 6.Why do I only get to eat you once a year?! WHY?????!!! I'd still pay $3.50 for you if we got together twice a year, I swear, baby. And maybe then we could invite your friends...that nutty Samoan chick and that little Tag-A-Long sister of yours. We could hang out in the Lemon Chalet and do a Do-Si-Do if you know what I'm sayin'...
Well, let me know. I'll be here like I am every year. Call me!
2 comments:
So, she's been out with you too. Peddling her minty goodness all over town. Well that tears it! I'm done with Miss Thin Mints forever....well mostly. If you still want me baby - just call.
Dave's survival guide for you:
http://www.webmd.com/food-recipes/features/surviving-girl-scout-cookie-season
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