Haha, shit. I'd feel bad I guess. We don't have a cookie jar.
My mom used to be a weirdo and collect cookie jars. Then we had these crazy neighbors with 3 kids that were all really mean. Their parents never watched them. So, one day they came over and the youngest broke one of my mom's cookie jars. She probably shit her pants because they were super old and worth a lot of money. So, the moral of the story is, don't break my mom's cookie jars or she'll kill you.
I start school tomorrow. Joy.
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