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Growing up, my dad worked at the local jail. Before he retired, he'd always bring home my sister and me cookies the inmates made. Now, I know what you're thinking. Cookies, made by criminals! But here is where you're wrong. They weren't just cookies... They were mouth watering, shoot-your-grandma worthy cookies. Martha Stewart has nothing on them. In fact, that's probably the real reason she went to jail... That bitch! But anyways, prison cookies. Aw, those are so delicious. My favorite are the oatmeal and raisin ones. But you know, I don't normally like raisins. I mean, I did when I was a kid and probably will when I'm older, but that might be because I'll be wrinkly and shrivled too. That makes me wonder, would I like them in the bath tub? Hmm. But anyways, prison cookies. I know what you're thinking; how can I eat them, knowing they were made by criminals? Do you really think they could get away with putting something in there? Picture this - A large kitchen, dozens of men all dressed in orange jumpers, accesorised by hairnets and gloves All being watched by men with guns (kinda like Disney) Even if they were to sneak something in, they'd have to eat it too. It'd be kinda pointless. So yeah, prison cookies. Somone should market that shit.
Life, Liberty, and the Pursuit of Prison Cookies
