PreatorX said:
But you've never tried them when they're warm and soft, right out of the oven with the chocolate chips melted and slippery.
They taste pretty good I mean!
Oh my God! Thats the yummiest description I've ever heard of a cookie out of the oven. Sexy too.
And about all the other stuff here: nothin like airin your dirty laundry for all to see! Sorry, I'm not trying to be mean. But I'm wondering if some of this should have been handled by the PM system? Unless of course it was all just a show! But I know the truth.
Reminds me of a story...way back when...at a church dance of all places all of my friends were fighting over this guy-
"who would get to dance with him"-so they send me to arrange these dances, and they kept this up until the end of the night.
I didn't see what they saw in him-I mean he was cute, and obviously enjoying the attention (I'm only telling my story-no refrences here to anyone) anyway.
It came time for the last dance, and they send me to ask him,
who will get the last dance-and who does he pick? Me! But I wasn't asking! And I definitely couldn't betray my friends-they were the ones who wanted to dance with him, not I, but I must say I was intrigued at this point.
The song starts, and we were about to dance (keep in mind I was in jr high-so its still that akwardness) just then my best friend walks up and thinks she has the last dance-and I let her take him away to the dance floor. But then I rush to tell everyone else what happened-and they say I must cut in on them and dance with him, but I couldn't-she was my friend. "Oh but you must" they say.
So I do.
And we danced. I remember his ear being cold, thats about it. Oh, and dancing very close, even till after the music stopped, I remember that too. The dance was over, we exchange phone numbers, my friends and I laugh about it all the way home, and I never hear from him again.
Moral of the story? Don't know, but I will always remember that I got the last dance.