Let me ask you this, if the cookie crumbled in a certain way and I end up having to roll with the punches, could I also roll in the cookie crumbs? Could I perhaps eat some of the larger cookie crumbles providing they didn’t fall on the ground anywhere gross, like in the kitchen sink? What kind of cookie is it, because I was really craving a white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookie earlier and that’d be perfect. Oh it’s just a sugar cookie. I guess that’s okay. So I’ll roll here then? Okay cool, see you later. Sorry the cookie crumbled like this.
And if I, by accident, killed two birds with one stone, could I then stitch them up in order to save nine others? I am aware that stitching them up won’t do anything at all, that they’re completely dead because I knocked them out of the sky with a big ‘ol rock, and that they died of massive internal and external injuries, but I thought maybe if I just kind of did the stitch-up thing then I could help out some other critters. I don’t even know how I hit them—it was really weird. I think that was the literally the first time I’d ever hit anything I aimed at. I only did it in the first place because I was really confident I wouldn’t actually get them.
When they both ended up dying I felt so awful. I had a moment of crisis, like what am I, some kind of tweetie murderer? Is my life so pathetic that I’ve got to take out my angst on a couple of dumb creatures gifted with the beauty of flight? But then I thought maybe there’s a loophole—wait so what did you say, can I stitch them up in order to save nine other bird lives? How were these other birds going to die anyways? Could I save any other kind of animal if I stitch these up? What about cats? I really like cats—no go? Wait, you’re saying that stitching the birds up won’t do anything at all? Not even save the other birds? Well that’s a bummer…
I have one more question–you probably know where I’m going with this, but my dad just got me this pony. Oh you have to go….well will you be here tomorrow?
Haha! Never look a gift pony in the cookie my Dad would always say.
Especially went it’s crumbling.
The worst of all worlds, I suppose.
Yes, I’ll be here tomorrow, and every morrow. It’s like beating my head against a wall. It feels so good when I stop.
But you can’t stop. You never could. You know you won’t.
I thought when idioms collided they made a movie like Dumb and Dumber. Or they became a Higg’s Boson. I think it comes down to how fast they were traveling. I believe you need the algebra to know which one.
But algebra was so long ago. It it even worth it? Should we just give up?
by (my) rule, crumbled cookies get mixed with ice cream.
An excellent rule indeed. In my future home, we will be required to keep both at all times.
and yes cookie crumbles of all sizes must be ate … and a pony I have horse
love it …and yes cookie crumbles no matter the size are for eating
Crumbs are often the best part.
yes, great for just one more little nibble