I tried, but my grandfather liked to sit in the living room recliner and doze instead of sleeping. He was such a light sleeper that he heard the faintest clink of me lifting the lid from the jar, and I was busted before I could even get a cookie.
Pretty sure it was glome. That’s what I heard.
Who, me?
Yes, you!
Couldn’t be!
Then who?
@[email protected] stole the cookie from the cookie jar!
Who, me!?
Yes you!
Couldn’t be!
Nice try, Javert.
Before I say anything, what kind of cookie are we talking about?
I did it all for the cookie
WHAT!?
Actually much like murder, there is not statute of limitations for that.
There’s no statute of limitations on murder? Are you sure?
I am 0 percent sure.
I thought that said “cocaine” on my first read.
Why woild there be cocaine in the cookie jar?
Because I accidentally smashed the cocaine jar against the wall last week.
