Tuesday, March 29, 2011


Sometimes I think I am a puppy. I smelled something good. So I went downstairs. Liz and freshman were sitting there. I walked into kitchen. I saw cookies.
I said, “Who made these cookies?”
Freshman said, “I did.”
I said, “Is it cool if I have one?”
Freshman said, “Yea sure… blah blah blah they are hard. Blah I don’t know how to make them soft. Blah blah blah I usually make good cookies. BLAH.”
I grabbed a cookie and took a bite. I started walking back up the stairs.
Liz said, “All you came down here for was a cookie?”
I said, “Yup. Smelled something gud.”
Sometimes I think I am a puppy.

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