Delinda Lombardo 12:30 p.m., Feb. 18
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C is for Cookie (and cocaine)
I was doing the Off the Cuff question today for a future Reader. And this woman told a funny story about leaving cookies on doorsteps and running away. It got me thinking about when I worked in radio, and listeners would bring us cookies or donuts in the morning. There was always this moment where you wondered whether you should eat the item. You thought...we are a rock n' roll radio station. There could be drugs in these items. This could be someone that is mad we didn't play their Judas Priest request. Or, it could just be some dirty slob, and eating this will make me sick.
But, if it was a cute woman, you devoured the items. Well, even if it was some rocker dude with long stringy hair and a diry jean jacket, you usually still did. It was free food.
One woman worked at a bakery called Flour Power. She brought our morning show a few cakes. I ended up dating her, and getting a lot more cakes out or her. And gaining a few pounds in the process.
There was a story in Texas a few weeks back, about these teenagers that were giving drug-laced cookies to over 10 police stations.
One of the kids would say he was fulfilling court-ordered community service work for Mothers Against Drunk Driving, by dropping off the baskets of homemade treats.
A few officers ate the cookies, which amazes me. As a cop, I'd be overly paranoid. I remember a cop ordering a Big Mac years ago, and finding out the kid blew his nose in it.
There was a story a few months back I just thought of. Some politicians were mad that drug dealers were using flavored cocaine to make it more appealing to kids. I thought that was odd. If they thought that would make it more appealing to kids, children would've been snorting Pixy Stix long ago.
I haven't had one of those in a long time, but...how do you keep the end of that straw from getting wet and closing shut? If you keep it far from your mouth, the flavored dust gets all over your face.
Does anyone remember hearing the members of Motley Crue talking about how they partied with Ozzy Osbourne once, and he snorted up a line of ants?
Okay, it's late. I'm not even sure if I'm on the same topic I initially started on. What was it? Oh yeah, cookies.
I think I'll grab some cookies and milk before bed.
THIS BLOG BROUGHT TO YOU BY THE LETTER C
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