Depends on the partner.
I have been of the camp of not wanting to know what one means when refering to cookies…the bad part is that I have a high capacity for imagination and what I have come up with is either right on the mark or so much worse it is embarrassing.
…either way I’ll lay off the cookies for a while…if you know what I think I mean but am not sure but might anyway for sake of argument (IYKWITIMBANSBMAFAOA)
Actually, I’d be very interested in hearing your theories.
Trust me you don’t want to know - I really wish I didn’t know. The whole thing makes me really glad to be a girl.
Uh-oh…if the whole thing makes you really glad to be a girl I am way off the mark and now definitely don’t want to know.
I’m getting real curious now!
Ditto. I know that section of a thread is out there where the cookie thing is discussed–but I’ve have chosen not to read it. I’ve erected a SEP field around it to protect me from harm. (SEP) = Somebody Else’s Problem (courtesy Hitchhikker’s guide.)
If you anger me, I shall PM you with dreadful revelations!!!
Edit: Oh, and you said “erected”!
I’ve set my browser to “do not accept cookies”. Will that work? :eek:
Sadly, no…
I have to admit that the cookies are starting to gross me out. :eek:
So the new question is:
Cookies or Death?
I’ll take cake
But I thought the cake was a lie?
Me, too, cookie, please!
Well, we’re out cookies! We only had so many and we didn’t expect such a rush.
So, my choice is “or death?”
Sorry, just Death.
But if I explained the cookie thing, you’d be OK with that.
Seconded…
I think I used the actual “Log Out” button for the first time today - maybe I should do that more often, it’s like a real purifier:
Anyway, I’m giving myself a time-out. See y’all around.