I don't want your stinkin' cookies
No thanks.
I don't want your overpriced, delicious and addictive cookies.
No thanks.
I don't want the ensuing child-fights over who gets the last cookie.
No thanks.
I don't want the extra 7 lbs on my hips.
No thanks.
I DON'T WANT YER STINKIN' COOKIES!!
People call me a scrooge but seriously, I don't want to buy your cookies.
I don't want to be accosted by you and your friends in matching outfits outside of the grocery store. Man I hate that! As I walk toward the door a group of little girls in green outfits surround me, I feel like I'm at the Penn State Rusted Root concert of 1995 again, only without the calming effects of the purple haze coming from the group of hippies beside us...
I don't want your mother verbally abusing me because I am not buying cookies from you.
I don't want to pay $3.50 for a box of 20 cookies.
Please, don't knock on my door. Don't approach my vehicle. Don't block me from going into the store. And whatever you do, PLEASE, for the love of all things good, DO NOT INVITE MY CHILDREN TO JOIN YOUR ORGANIZATION!!!! My children are socialized well-enough despite not being forced to sit in neat little rows behind a desk and despite not being part of your organization. And frankly, unless you're willing to give me a vehicle to use and provide babysitting services at no cost, it ain't gonna happen!!!
3 peeps gave some love:
What were girl scouts doing at a Rusted Root concert anyway???
I don't want stinkin' girl scout cookies either!:) Unless the girl scout herself is willing to manually add up my total, and figure out the appropriate change!:) Those moms in charge need to stop being such control freaks, and let the girls LEARN a little!:)
HA HA!~ This year we bought 1 box! That was it.. I agree with you, some of these moms needs to chill. Are they reliving their girl scout past?
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