Cookies shamestorm.

Screw you, Cookie! Who do you think you are, my mother? I crack you open to find not a delightful peek into my future, but the cookie form of a scarlet letter. ‘L’ for loser?! How do you know I am not following my dreams? Maybe I dreamt of smashing fortune cookies…WITH MY TEETH. How do you like me now, bitch?

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2 Responses to Cookies shamestorm.

  1. Screw you, Cookie. I prefer my adult dreams.

  2. Cookie, I used to dream about being a dinosaur, somehow I dont think that is going to work out. Screw you! :)

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