Agnes by Tony Cochran for September 08, 2019

Fair Oreo friend.

If they are double stuffed I am your for life

Maybe Agnes doesn’t deserve such a good friend like Trout. The bond between the two is strong though.

Hard to tell, but I think she’s talking to the fresh heretofore unopened pack of Oreo® cookies.

We weren’t allowed to eat crumbly stuff like that in the living room. Cookie crumbs all over the couch (especially THAT color) would have made for a really good loud hollerin’ at.

Clogging arteries together with massive amounts of Oreos is the truest of trailer park friendship. Besides, Agnes, Trout is the only one that will take your unending insults.

Oreos must cometh before diversity!

♪♫ “Oreo of life, at last I have found you…” ♪♫

But Susie next door has milk…

Kinda like my politics – once I’m bought, I’m bought.

I used to pick up pretty stones in Rio. When I got back home, I gave them to any who liked them.

One asked what I did with so much jewelry.

“I give them to friends.”

“You must have a lot of friends.”

“Excuse me. I didn’t make it clear. I buy friends.”

“That’ll never last.”

“Last as long as I keep supplying the gems.”

I was joking. They were cheap but pretty. The prices went up on many later but I wasn’t going through Rio anymore anyway.

It’s been over 35 years. I still see some wearing some of the stones and they go out of their way to thank me again. Turned out they lasted longer than I expected.

I’m just happy to see the pretty rocks.

I’d prefer the mint oreos. Chocolate dipped and I am a slave to you for your life and into your death.

I suspect they are generic Oreos. I’ve never seen real ones in a transparent package.