texts: Like when Margaret Henderson makes her cookies for Whitey.  ... Those aren't your cookies Bud. </s> <s> Oh, I know they're not. But I mean-- they're just "cookies" after all ... </s> <s> Excuse me?
labels: Well they're not just cookies. I mean, they're great cookies ... Look, I'd love to get into this whole thing but I'm really running late. Why don't we hook up tomorrow?