I happen to love Girl Scout cookies. Especially those chocolate mint ones.
Fair warning, if we meet and you are holding one of those mint chocolate covered morsels… I will knock you down and step over your still twitching body to possess it.
It’s not because I’m a jerk (although my ex-wife would claim otherwise) it’s because those cookies have within them a chemical hold over me the likes of which is hard to describe without the use of a pie chart.
I simply must have them.