The mystery of the Mango Creme continued, using big burly warehouse men as guinea pigs. Men (manly men) eat anything, right? Raw cattle, sharks, harmless looking cookies of indiscriminate flavoring…
Men. Running. Taken down in the prime of life by harmless cookies!
Poor cookies. They were invented to bring joy. Instead, they brought tears.
Bad cookie, naughty cookie.
One man sidled up to Poppo and surreptitiously asked, “Could I take one with me? My girlfriend just has to try this.”
We have one cookie in orbit. We have nearly a full box of cookies spread over a warehouse full of men who turned their petite noses up and begged not to be given a second helping.
So then, how did these cookies go into national production? One man actually enjoyed them, and this one man ate three or four of these mysteriously flavored cookie shaped food items. And it is this one man who holds the key to why these cookies did not die in the laboratory: he’s the boss.
night,
dawn
Leave a Reply