We came, we cooned (as in a raccoon thieves), we conquered.
It appears as though our dancing days have become a bust.
But we were successful in cooning four bowls of snacks which included: sour patch kids, goldfish, M&Ms, and skittles.
We walked the long way back from the dance, eating three of the four bowls. We tried doing lunges up one of the hills to compensate for our greed, but then we had to take a breather, and everyone driving past judged us. I mean, I would judge us too...
Yes, I was the one in the back not dancing filling the bowls with snacks to go. No, I'm not ashamed. Yes, I should really stop hoarding.
If you provide it, I will eat it.
If you leave it, I will take it.
If it adds to my collection of everything else I've taken, I will hoard it. Forever. Until my roommate gives me the silent treatment/or takes a picture of it all and puts it on facebook. Then I'll have to redeem myself.
It really was, a tacky heist.
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