Is It Un-American…

to hate the Girl Scouts? Because I do, especially when they’re in groups at the entrance of the grocery store where they accost me the second I walk in, asking if I’d like some cookies, totally insensitive to the fact that yes, of course I would, if it weren’t for that damned eating disorder, which is growing more disordered every second they hold those cookies in front of my face, so can they please just get the fuck out of my way before I have to punch one of them in the head as a lesson to the six other brats scouts standing nearby?