Chocolate chips, brown sugar, vanilla extract play lead guitar
Oh, and all the stuff that gives it structure like a good back beat
Organize the lumps of raw dough on a baking sheet
Keeping good social distance between them
Igniting the oven and bringing it to temp so this party can get started
Everything comes out ooey, gooey, and so bad for you. Yum!
For the recipe of the above pictured cookies go to: https://sallysbakingaddiction.com/giant-chocolate-chip-cookies/
(I have not tried them yet, but they look awesome!)
I see you haven’t been paying attention to me.
Give me a break. I always pay attention to you.
No, you’re not. I can prove it.
Okay Ms. Smarty Pants, present your evidence.
Randy, you just told me I could paint a mural on your truck.
Evidently you didn’t know I was secretly hoping you would.
Dumbass, I actually asked you to pass the chips!
But as all her chips were swept away
Ursula still felt she should have hit
Since she had doubled down
That jack of spades was going to haunt her dreams
Betting it all, Michaela sat back and waited
Looking her opponent straight in the eye
Under her stern stare, he began to wilt
Folding, he threw his cards in. He showed her a pair of kings
Flipping one of her cards, an ace, she reached for her chips, hiding her four
Being a gambler didn’t come easy for Stephen
Every time he put his chips down he was sure it would be his last
That’s why it was a relief when the casino kicked him out for winning too much
Computer chips and meat meshed together was now his identity
You would think he would feel superior
But he felt definitely less than human
Of course, now he could now bench press a bus
Reality was he was a ghost in his own machine
Giving him a haunted look in his remaining eye
Chips were tossed into the pot as the round was dealt
Amber looked at her hand and a pair of kings stared back
Reaching for her chips, she tossed in her raise
Dudes wouldn’t know what hit them since she had bluffed the last two hands
She was surprised when everyone immediately folded
Even as he threw the rest of his chips into the pot
Maurice wanted to vomit
Playing poker so well had earned him a reputation as a good professional
The river card guaranteed him the victory and the three million dollars
Yet he felt hollow knowing most of those winnings were going to the fixer