Man Cookies December 26, 2010
Posted by Retired Geezer in Man Laws, Technology.trackback
Since I thrilled y’all with recent posts of Camp Geezer ™
here’s some cookies I baked recently.
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Innocent Bystanders 
Geezer, I see you were taking notes in your years as a Vegas light-man.
Kinda makes a man hungry…
Mmmmm.
I bet they’re delicious.
My favorite is the 2nd from the top and 2nd from the right.
Just sayin’
boobies….
heh heh heh…..
Geezer, you have the patience of Job.
But none of his other qualities. LOL!
How’d you make the form?
A heart with it’s base torn out?
If so, it makes a certain poetic sense.
How’d you make the form?
A heart with it’s base torn out?
If so, it makes a certain poetic sense.
Wow, I never even saw that, good catch.
Actually I didn’t ‘really’ bake them. That was poetic license, kind of like when Michael claims his Banana Trees are bigger than Dave’s.
The only thing that I feel comfortable cooking (besides Oatmeal) is Cranberries Jezebel. I made TWO batches this year
Wow! I am in awe.
Mmmmmm, symmetry.
wow! Booby cookies and booty cookies!
Shooting guns? check.
Tex-mex at El Arroyo? check.
Pecan pie from Cathy? check.
Spilled margarita on Cathy? check.
My work here is done.
Same comment on two blogs? check
I had Jezebel sauce with ham on Christmas day.
Yums!
And those cookies? Well.
Mesa stalking Dave in Texas? check.
My work here is done.
But now you’ve created a monster! What am I going to do with this kid?
Nice Deb got herself an award. Go see!
Nice Deb got herself an award. Go see!
So did eddiebear for his work at DPUD!
>> What am I going to do with this kid?
If he’s armed, I wouldn’t piss him off.
Testing…
Thanks for picking up the tab last night, Geoff.
Man, it is amazing how Dave and I both just happened to be in the restroom when the check arrived.
You go to the “restroom” together now?
How precious.
We also went outside to smoke together, but we didn’t hold hands.
So far as you know.
And they “smoke” together too.
How nice. What’s next, “shopping” together?
I don’t shop and tell.