Charlie noted that he went to the State Fair and got a bucket of Sweet Martha's cookies. I would like him to know that I also got a bucket of Sweet Martha's cookies today, and didn't even have to get within 60 miles of a place described as "warm", "smelly", and with "thousands of annoying people crowding the streets."
So there.
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A well-earned cookie is a reward. What you've done is make a mockery of those dear ol' Sweet Martha strives to serve.
Actually, let me know how you scored those cookies without spending time stomping through manure and day-old curd remains...
It's not what you know, it's who you know. My mom went to the fair on the very morning that she came to our house.
I kid you not.
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