Attack of the Cookie Ninjas!

See story here.

Honestly. If the treasonous non-native american professors weren't reason enough, I would definitely have come to Colorado so I could sue someone for baking me cookies. Of course, I would have to have a panic attack -the next day- for it to work. Delayed reaction and all, you know, but as long as the doctor signs it off I can sue the freaking girl scouts, and successfully.
I mean, really. Who would give up an opportunity like that?

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Barmy old bat. It makes me wonder, though. Every time there's a crime or something, people say that the neighbors said this and that, or that the person was/wasn't popular in the local neighborhood community. And so on and so forth.

But you know, I have never actually seen or even known of a neighborhood where the neighbors interact more that cursing each others sprinkler systems. Is the whole neighborhood thing really that common?

Hm.

Anyway, so I've returned from a 9:30 basketball cleanup. Remarkably civilized, basketball fans. More so than the football ones.

Or perhaps they are fewer in number at one sitting and are generally more sober.