Cookie Giving

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The whole reason Cynthia and I made cookies is because we felt bad for this kid because he was sending Cynthia really sad, depressing texts. Anyways, this morning I got his phone number from Cynthia and I texted him saying, "Hey! It's Meredith. What's your address? 🍪= hint, hint" He gave it to us! However, beforehand Cynthia was wrestling me to get rid of it, but I sent it. After I sent it she died of embarrassment. So, today we had to look all over the place to find the right complex. (he lives in an apartment) We were walking around and people were on their deck and awkwardly enough we were saying, "Lets put the cookies in a poop bag!" (the plastic rap was falling off) The people on there deck asked us if we had an animal and we said no. Then the people asked for a cookie. Then they asked how old we were. We just ignored them. Anyways, it was really awkward. After we got back we ding dong ditched a random person down my street. Actually, I should say ding song ditched because Cynthia and I decided I would drop the cookies and she would ring the doorbell, but she didn't ring it.

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