Cookie monster
Dear Cooking monster, you selfish bastard…
Not only do you consume each delicious crumbling morsel to yourself, you don’t event taste it, how can you, without a nose?
I watch you, I see, you crunch them in your puppet mouth, that filthy hole.
You junkie, can’t even keep your eyes straight.
I bet the crumbs get in your fur, I bet they start to get rancid and smell after a time.
You selfish, filthy, blue oaf.
One day you will get your just desserts…
“C” is for Cunt you monster, it’s good enough to eat.
