She brought these dusty ass cookies over and I remember I took a bite and I was like this

shit is just trash. Like something is...

It had like, it had taken on the taste of being in like,

like as if it was sat next to celery for fucking five weeks or some shit.

Wow.

It was the weirdest taste. For like a

triple chocolate cookie like you're like bro this should not be a

vegetable. That's not a good combo. Hell no. Triple chocolate with

celery is not what I'm looking for.

Do you think it was stored next to celery?

Is that what it had to be?

Taken on the taste and also it was in a bag inside a bag because the original bag had torn

and they didn't re bag it.

And then I re bag it.

You got a re bag!

I texted my mom.

I said, if you got a re-gift, you got a re-bag.

I said, what the fuck is up with these cookies?

She's like, oh yeah, yeah, they got them in August or something, but she wasn't eating them. So I thought you'd want it. And I'm like, because you didn't want it to fucking. I'm like, how long did you have? She's like, I didn't like, maybe a week or something. She didn't want to throw it away. She does this shit. She brings her old food and puts it in my refrigerator that she doesn't want to throw away

I feel like they probably had like three conversations about those cookies like yeah and like

maybe miles do you think miles maybe miles would about those cookies like, maybe Miles?

Do you think Miles?

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