Chocolate chip cookies

Here I am with the most magnificent cookie one has ever laid upon their taste buds. Butter glistens the top, chips melted to perfection and with my frosty mug of milk by my side, I delicately place this beast in my mouth...salivating for the first bite...waiting for the heated morsel to caress my tongue and then FUCK! POW! BANG! THERE'S A MOTHER FUCKEN NUT! WHO PUT THE NUT THERE? WHY?

I realize I put the nut there. Idiot. I sabotaged my perfect bite. I am an idiot.

Sometimes, some people, good people, Erin,(haha) subconsiously add the fucken nut for flavor...texture...contour...maybe even conversation. I, however, have added this nut just because I can. I refused to accept that perhaps the perfect cookie is out there. It's waiting in the deepest part of the ocean for me to enjoy.

I've had these treats before and thought they were heavenly only to my dismay and surprise they were in fact total cookie knock offs. Fucken knock offs.

Bring on the real shit my friend, bring. It. On...