I do not like them in a bunk
Something something uptown funk
I do not like this cookie junk
I do not like them at the bar
I do not like in the car
I do not want them in my house
Nor do I do want a pet mouse
*Guitar solo*
I will not eat them on the can
I will not eat them with some ham
I think they are a bad idea
I think they do not mix with beer
Drunk review:
I opened the box up and was immediately assaulted with the scent of banana. It reminded me of Wells Banana Bread beer, which is delicious. The first time I had that I was in Boston for St Patty's Day. The next day a friend of a friend of a friend pissed himself four times (that's not a typo though I really wish it was). But when it comes to cookies that's not a good smell. They taste like overripe bananas. Also they have a very strong after taste. 4/10
Sober review/ notes:
So last night I got drunk at Tierney's and hit up QuickChek. I did like 5 laps around the snack aisle looking for something to buy. Wound up getting a brownie, not new but still delicious. As I'm checking out I saw these right by the register. Obviously bought them and had a few. Clearly didn't like them, decided to give them a sober chance.
I still don't like them. The banana taste is really artificial. I would have preferred dried banana chips worked into the cookies. I don't know if it was from all the beer residue in my stomach or something unrelated, but a little after eating these my stomach wasn't feeling too good. 3/10
Also what'd you guys think of my poem? Bet you guys thought all I wrote was blogs about cookies. Nope, I'm a poet/ lyricist as well. Somebody help me start a snack food themed heavy metal band. Thinking about naming us Blood Pudding.
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