I knew this was going to be bad the moment I saw the coffee shop's Christmas gingerbread cookies on sale two for one. (Three month old gingerbread is good by me-as long as there's icing!)
But I didn't know the consequences. I didn't know that I would be hurting this poor beautiful creature. WHY RUDOLPH? WHY? WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE A COOKIE? AND WHY DID YOU HAVE TO BE SO DELICIOUS? YOU HAD SO MUCH TO LIVE FOR! WHY COULDN'T YOU BE MORE LIKE YOUR BROTHERS DANCEY AND PRANCEY, WITH REGULAR NOSES THAT WOULDN'T BE SUCH A TASTY TREAT? Your antlers were so good, and so were your hind legs-but I felt terrible but-MM... tasty..
NO!WHAT HAVE I DONE?
I hate myself.
R.I.P.I.M.T (Rest in Peace in My Tummy) 3/2/2011.
xoxo,
-Clown Girl
Founder of P.E.T.A.C. (People for the Ethical Treatment of Animal Cookies)
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