So a guy was just in here and he saw me eating a cookie.
Here is the conversation that followed:
ME: "Would you like a cookie?"
HIM: "What kind of cookie?"
ME: "Sugar cookie."
HIM: "I don't like sugar cookies."
ME: "Then Buddy, you don't like cookies."
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So to sum up:
I should have called him Chief.
It's a gas, gas, gas!
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What with all the cookies he's scarfing he must be really packin' on the pounds, losing his girlish figure, finding it harder and harder to pick up sailors in bars. Poor guy.
Sugar, Sugar. (by The Archies)...Oh wait...I don't get this game.
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