Thou shalt eat the damn cookies.

I visited King Soopers on my trip back from school last night. I was supposed to purpose only veggies for the spaghetti I'm planning on making. Anyhow, like the heffer I am... I ended up walking through the aisles (sections of the grocery store that I typically stay away from). Lo' and behold! A stumbled upon a box of perfectly packaged cookies. There was a note attached to them written specifically for me! I knew that this was a sign from the Flying Spaghetti Monster. He placed his grace on me. I was destined to accept this magnificent gift. I mean... what the hell was I supposed to do? I didn't want the Spaghetti Monster to smite me by mailing me a jar of pigknuckles via FedEX. The only catch was that once I walked out of the store with the cookies in hand... I had to injest a row full of cookies within a 5minute period... or else the cookies would morph into a bag of Funonions and I would be punished with bad breathe for the rest of the day. Lets just say that the Flying Spaghetti Monster left a carton of soymilk in my car, like a gentleman...   the cookies and I "got it on" with the help of my blessed carton of milk. I stuffed my face like a binging-rexic... but it was all worth it in the end.