One Final Down, Three To Go
We are COMPLETELY out of food. We are almost out of the emergency food, including that random can of soup in the back of the pantry - the one where the label fell off, but you're pretty sure it's chicken noodle. So today, we went to the grocery store after our Property final. What did we buy?
That might just get us past the next exam on Thursday.
After the kodak-moment, we busted out the cookies, and I was EXTREMELY disturbed. First, here's Ernie, the cookie -
After a three hour exam, when you still have studying to do before you go to bed, and the beer is getting warm because you've been taking pictures of it instead of putting it in the fridge, you are NOT AT ALL disturbed by the prospect of eating a cookie shaped like a strange little elf. No, it takes something much more disturbing to give you pause:
What is Ernie, a lobster? Do you need to dunk him head first to put him out of his misery? If you dunk him feet first, do you prolong his agony with each bite until he finally succumbs to the pain and fudge-filling loss?
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