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{February 24, 2009}   Spiderpig, Spiderpig.

Does whatever a spiderpig does.  Which in this case is climb up on the kitchen counter, reaching on top of the kitchen cabinets to get the cookies her husband stole from her hid from her put away for her.  Yeah.  It’s that time of year again.  Girl Scout Cookies!!!!!  Those Samoas are like f___ing crack.  I bought 4 boxes, and 2 are already gone.  Yeah.  He caught me climbing on the counter when he wouldn’t get off his sneaking, lying ass perform his husbandly duties and get them down for me.  He then started singing that song, making me heartily ashamed of myself (for about a second, until I FRIGGIN’ GOT MY COOKIES!)  He has this highly irrational fear that I’ll sit down and consume all 4 boxes at once.  And he also has delusions of grandeur that he can hold them over my head for (ahem) “favors” too.  I don’t have a clue what gave him that idea, either. *wipes chocolate off face guiltily*

It’s official.  My husband is trying to pimp me out (to himself) for cookies.  Spiderpig.  My new hooker name.  Think I’ll make any money?

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