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How I Became Cookie Monster

So this is the story of how I became a cookie monster. I found four dollars outside of our building one afternoon. I decided to be honest and turned it in to HR. On Friday, HR decided that since no one had claimed the money, I could have it. I was stoked! I put my precious four dollars in my pocket and immediately started finding great things to spend that money on. All weekend I was so excited because I had four dollars and I didn't have to work for it, pay taxes on it, or even pay bills with it...that four dollars was ALL MINE! Well, the weekend ended and I STILL had four dollars. Yesterday, Monday, I was sitting at my desk as the day drug on and on and on when suddenly I remembered my four dollars. I could get a cookie! I could get a caffeine fix! I could get Mac & Cheese! I ran down to the vending machine...selected the delightful fudge chocolate chip cookie that I was salivating to consume...I pulled out my wallet to get one of my precious four dollars and there were NO dollars in my wallet. My four dollars were (and still are) on my desk; they are even in the envelope HR gave me on Friday. Yeah, I'm kinda dense like that.

Comments

That's really funny! I hope you eventually got to enjoy your chocolate cookie!
Must-Ash said…
Bwahahahahaha!! And THIS is the story of how I became highly amused.
Todd said…
Kriss, I love you! Why can't my life be as entertaining?! Thanks for the chuckle!!

-Nettie
Baby Sister said…
Lol!!! That's TOTALLY something I would do...
Kuting said…
Hahaha! Just when everyone else are having problems, yours is the most hilarious. Carry on!

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