It’s 11:30 pm and I need raw cookie dough like I need air in my lungs.
I’m gonna do it. I’m gonna drive to Wal-Mart at midnight in my pajamas and buy a roll of cookie dough because I’m an adult with my own money who gets to make his own decisions.
Yes.
Hell yes.
Hell.
Fucking.
Yes.
When kids ask me what its like to be an adult, I will show them this post. Thank you.