God I love those Do-si-dos so much… I’d take out a Big Daddy AND a Little Sister just to get my fix! By Kyasuri
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Posted by Shawn Handyside on May 7, 2010 · 3:07 PM
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They taste of itty bitty teeny team!
Sister: "Would you like some Girl Scout Cookies?"
You: "sure. I'll have a box- *Big daddy growls at you* Uhh… Two bo- *Growls again* Three? *Another growl* *sigh* Twenty boxes of thin mints please."
Sister: "thank you!"
its like the "what would you do for a clondike bar" commecial… only involving killing a large dive suit wearing freak and gutting a little girl like a fish… shawn would… would you?
This is why nobody answers the door to buy cookies anymore.
This would be a good time to use the hypnosis plasmid :)
70% of profits made goes to a orphanage in rapture?
I'd take a dozen.
I will kill the big daddy kidnap, the little sister, and get all the cookies I can get >: D
after I have the cookies I will say with wisdom : om nom nom nom!
Wrong Scouts, chucklehead!
Hmm, a cookie.
Save, or 'harvest'?
But ripping out her stomach might…
It figures Girl Scouts would come to your doorstep backed up by a Big Daddy. They simply weren't content with guilting people over with the handicapped.
FAIL you misspelled Klondike Bar
"Good morning sir, I'm selling cookies to help to pay for my Daddy's medication"
"What does he has?"
"A bad case of drill-murder *drills*"
But ripping out a Girl Scout's liver won't get you more cookies.
If she goes selling with her Big-Daddy, I will be forced to buy some.
dude i bought 30 samoas this year
Hmm, a cookie.
Save, or 'harvest'?
Who wants a girl scout cookie?
I do……I do…….
Romero: Sigh… I tell ya Kruger, it's a sad day when the most evil and terrifying force in the world is an eight-year-old sugar junkie of the damned and her overprotective suba-diving father. What happened to my reign of fear?
"We told you once, Jack-Neptune's Bounty is OUR turf! Go sell your popcorn in the Medical Pavilion!"