Zombie Head Cookie Jar
As I am now tipping the scales at something akin to a small / maybe large manatee, I think the time has come to tackle my food weakness. Namely, biscuits. I have an unhealthy obsession with biscuits and will be calling my dogs (I intend to get five) Hob-Knob, Kit-Kat, Jaffa, Oreo and Dip-Shit (the naughty dog doesn’t get a biscuit name). However, my unusually monikered future pets aside, time to get back to my current woes regarding my inability to stop gorging on biscuits day in, day out. In order to tackle this, I’ve decided to store my array of biscuits within this rather fetching Zombie Head Cookie Jar because, like any survialist, I have a morbid fear of zombies and won’t dare venture near it regardless of how desparate I become to stuff my face with Hob-Knobs. Maybe my girlfriend will get me them.
I like his hair-do. Maybe he’s not such a bad guy after all. Annnnnnnnnnnnd all biscuits gone.
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No, your girlfriend will not get them for you. Fatty.