I've been dying to tell this one since October.
The scene: Winnie the Mini-Van, driving along 95 to a New Hampshire Wedding, with me at the helm and as Sara my Navigator
The song: Cookie Jar, by Gym Class Heroes
Me: I love this song.
Sara: It's about a guy being unfaithful.
Me: Noooo. It's a song about cookies.
Sara: Noooooo. It's a song about cheating . . .
Me: Prove it.
So Sara breaks down the lyrics like the fantastic English Major she is.
Sara: . . . and so, you see "cookie" is Travis' metaphor for "women."
I'm just sitting there with a huge as grin on my face.
Sara: You knew that the entire time didn't you?
Me: Yep.
Sara: So I just rambled on for nothing.
Me: Nope, you got a chance to use that BA you worked so hard to get. ::silence for a minute:: And Sara . . . I like cookies more than man-whores so . . . deep down, on some level, I like to think about it in the literal sense. Besides in a few years Nabisco will use it for a commercial or something and it really will be about cookies.
Sara: Wow. Cookies are deep.
Me: You have no idea.
I love Cookies.
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