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So I was riding the 43 into work today and there was a gaggle of pre-schoolers in back on their way to Miller playfield. They were wearing matching tie-dyed shirts that hung past their knees and telling jokes.
“Knock-knock.”
“Baby cookies!”
“Who’s there?”
“Stop sign!”
Baby cookies?!? I think I’m in love.
Last night, a drunk guy, at a bus stop in Ballard, told me that "I looked pretty hot for an old lady". When I asked him how old he thought I was, he replied, "Ah shit, you gotta be, what, 39? 40? 41?" I then told him that I was only 32, to which he said, "Wow, you must have a drug problem. Maybe it's time you turned to Jesus?"
No 'baby-cookies' on THAT bus....
Oh man. Baby cookies. That's the best thing I've heard all week.
Stop sign!
Sound like something I'd have said as a child. According to my sister, I told the lamest jokes ever as a kid.
Still sorta do, actually...
"baby cookies" is now part of my vocabulary for sure! love it!
I hope they all almost fell off the seat giggling. That's what I would have done.
But, are the cookies made with REAL babies?
The better joke is that I did not read the last name of the poster and thought, for a moment, that Dan Savage actually rode the bus! Reality came crashing in soon after.
Are they made from babies? Are they for babies? Are they baby-sized and will someday grow into adult cookies?
I don't know, but they are my new favorite thing.
Uhm. I don't think Dan [Savage] knows how to drive. So he's got to take the bus some of the time.
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That's awesome. I love it.