They went for the money? Really? Stealing the cookies I could sorta empathize with. I mean, who hasn’t had such a hankering for those sesqueiweelala thingys or, horror of horrors, thin mints, that would drive you to the utter height of depravity?
Really, if you’re 17 and don’t know that stealing is wrong, your body should just be harvested for organs.
If that’s what passes for pretty in Florida, I have yet another reason to be glad I don’t live there.
thankfully the earth has continued to rotate.
This is where I pull out my story of when I was a Girl Scout and our troop leader absconded with the cookie money. My brother’s band teacher in high school did the same thing with the money the band raised by selling candles. We didn’t have good luck with fundraisers when we were kids.
(When I was a Brownie, our troop fell apart when one of our co-leaders ran away with the other co-leader’s husband.)
I gotta say, I loved (and was kinda disturbed) by the redhead finishing answering “why did you do that” with “I don’t know, this little girl had money, and it was sitting on the table, and I wanted it and it was mine, so.” (emphasis mine)
I mean, desire equals property, doesn’t it ? That’s just how it works.
That’s exactly how it worked when my daughter was 2 years old. “Mine, mine!”.
Luckily she matured into a decent 6 year old.
And they both felt that since they were charged, they should get to keep the money.
Wait, what? Isn’t that a classic symptom of “anti-social personality disorder”? I knew a guy who was a textbook case. If he saw something he wanted he took it and simply had no comprehension that it belonged to someone. (He’s currently doing fed time for armed robbery, no surprise.)
Sometimes, I feel that we did the wrong thing in eliminating public floggings.
Omigawd, they sound so deliciously awful they remind me of Divine’s girl-gang cohorts Concetta and Chicklet from Female Trouble: http://25.media.tumblr.com/tumblr_m3d6onSQuW1r81kteo1_1280.jpg
I suspect that they’ll meet guys who will give them a variety of fucking things, several of which will rule out Snarky Kong’s organ-harvesting proposal.
When I was a Cub Scout, the “Den Mother” (or whatever she was called) ran over my dog, killing it. Later, she moved away without giving any of us cubs our well-stocked supply boxs. Crayons, scissors, glue, projects (all stuff our perents had to pay for). I was kinda pissed about that.
Still am, a little, I guess. 
So these two bitches are the reason that girl scout sold me the bait box of thin mints by mistake, that blew up and covered me in green dye.
So she’s racking up the demerit badges, is she?
Badges? She don’t need no stinkin’ badges!
MmmMmmm. Minty dye packs.
The flavour explodes in your mouth and lasts forever!
This should be put up on billboards across America; then legislation should be introduced making it a reality.