If you’re having oven problems I can feel for you, son
I’ve got 99 cookies cuz a bitch ate one
Bitch needs to keep her nasty fingers outta my Christmas cookies.
More egg, less nog.
'K?
99 luft cookies
Cooling in the winter breeze
The President is on the line
But the 99 luft cookies are mine
Bitch is obviously a 1-percenter.
Take one down and pass it around,
98 Christmas cookies on the wall.
I got’s to know: what kind of cookies? I can’t get excited unless I know the kind of cookies I’m pulling for (or against) in this game.
When I hear “Christmas Cookies” I assume your basic sugar cookies in the shapes of trees, stars, etc. with red and/or green icing. And sprinkles.
99 of them is like a five year supply for me. Want one?
Now you have 98 cookies. /pluck
Clearly, Frank has been checkin out my baked goods as well. Why’s everybody got to put their eyballs on my cookies? Do they owe you money? No? Then leave them alone. Shit, people, make your own goddamned cookies!
I had that sort in mind as a good bet. I would limit myself to 10 if they’re the right size. Those Danish wedding cookies are the type that I will eat all of if they’re unprotected. I can’t decide if it’s the confectioner’s sugar or the pecans, but they do not sit still whenever I’m near them.
You should have baked either 96 or 108 cookies. Baked goods must be a multiple of 12.
You’re lucky, my bitch ate a whole tray of about 30 cookies. She was not feeling well afterwards.
sneaks off with a cookie while Inigo Montoya is at computer
…97
yoink!
…96.
Too many cookies for one mouth to be eating
Too many cookies for one mouth to munch on
I’m gonna eat 96 cookies
I’m gonna eat 96 cookies
Inigo has cookies of 95;
I’m not sure they’ll make it out alive.
Not this one, for sure.
swipe
94 COOKIES REMAIN
Ran CCleaner on his cookie tray-73 cookies left.
As People’s Commissar for Cookie Distribution, I confiscate these two cookies in the name of the Revolution. One for distribution, one for quality control testing. Your quota for next year will be one hundred and two cookies.
(munch)
Your quota for next year is zero cookies.
::tiptoes in quietly, grabs a cookie::
We’re back to an even number (70). The OCD people can relax.
Just doin’ my duty, folks
::tiptoes out quietly::