Sunday, June 7, 2009

I Can't Keep My Hands Out The Cookie Jar.



Have you ever wondered what it's like to have an inner ballerina, waiting to unleash it into the world in all its flexible, graceful glory? I mean, doesn't the saying sound like "inside every man is a ballerina waiting to come out?"


Have you ever wondered what it's like to have a ballerina inside of you?



Yes you have.












Don't bluff :P





Well, the good news is; now you CAN!


Because now, in 21st century Malaysia, you are able to purchase..







wait for it...

















Ballerina cookies!





WOOHOOOOOO!


Well where can you possibly get these, you may ask?



Why, at Ikea of course!


Yes seriously. Any sane minded person will think Ikea is a furniture store: a FurniWorld, you may say. But it's not just any furniture department, it sells everything from Swedish meatballs to cheesecakes to unknown cupcakes. Including Ballerina cookies!



Indulge in them and soon, you'll be dancing your way to the likes of Odile and Odette!



I can't help it that I'm such a cookie whore..


Haha, seriously, everytime I think of cookies the Cookie Jar song comes to mind. I don't even know the accurate name of that song!



So anyways, my brother made a remake of the song which goes like this:

I like dogs,

They like me,

They look so good,

Except in jeans..


And the best part is, he actually thinks that's the lyrics!







Loser.




Like hello, it doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that dogs obviously do not look good in jeans. It makes their butt look small. Even my hot-dog (get it? HOT dog but it's not like hot-dog as in the roll with sausage combo.. :D) Chloe won't look good in jeans.


After the first 5 minutes of opening the tube....... Naah, I just transferred the cookies into the cookie jar :D



Anyschmooze, I'm cravin' them Ballerina cookies now. When I should be thinking of other nice, normal things. Like the end of the world. But that's for another nice sunshiney day =]
P.S. It's back to the grind for the next... forever. Whooopee =]

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