Ah, the blessed Subway chocolate chip cookie. How I love you so. Your evil meddling in my stomach will never sway my affection for your moist, sensual goodness. Your softened dark morsels beckon me in my waking thoughts and taunt me in my dreams. Why do you torture me so? My inner self denies your goodness, tries to sway me toward the path of health. I pay it no heed. I only have eyes for you my sweet little handful of lust.
| May 24, 2005 09:31am | 
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Damon,
If I thought that they would still be fresh, I'd send you a dozen or two Subway Chocolate Chip cookies! But from B'more to Homer may be a bit far for them to travel! I'll just have to remember your weakness for these for when I see you...
Jay | June 7, 2005 4:23AM