I love Oreos. A lot. Not so much that it takes over my life or causes me to do silly things with them, like, say... put them in a 365 days photo.
No, that's not weird at all.
Well, today, I took a break from my work (photo editing) and had some Oreos as a snack. Okay, so maybe I had Oreos for lunch. Whatever... don't you judge me, dammit!
Where was I? Oh, the Oreos... Apparently, Oreos is having some kind of contest involving NASCAR and their cookies are imprinted on one side with random NASCAR stuff. So, while I was taking my break from photo editing, I took cell phone photos of the Oreos and sent them, without any explanation, to the Disabled Guy.
Me: "I'm about to dunk Tony Stewart!"
DG: "No! Not Tony! What did he do 2 U?"
Me: "HE'S NEXT!!"
DG: "Run, Newman! RUN!" (Ryan Newman)
DG: "Well, suck my dick, you done ate my drivers!"
DG: "I hope you enjoyed eating them. Meanie."
I told him that they tasted like Oreos and that's all that mattered. So, I went back to work, he went back to watching the race. A few hours after our cookie exchange, DG sent me another text.
DG: "Matt Kenseth won. Tony was down a lap."
Me: "Are you telling me this because I ate the #14 cookie?"
DG: "Yes. U 8 his MOJO!"
Me: "Eww, gross!"
DG: "U did it!!"
Me: "His mojo tasted a lot like an Oreo cookie."
DG: "Whatever it tasted like, you done killed my driver! Boo-hoo-boo-hoo!!!!"
I caused Tony Stewart to lose today's race because of my love for Oreos.
And you know what?
I'd totally do it again.