"You know nothing, Jon Snow !" - she said.

But wtf did Igrite know?Jon should have said something back,but he just stood there,with that stupid look on his face...

Jon's 'look' was that slight smirk that stoners get when they find the whole canopy of life amusing. Igrite knew then she wanted to punch him so much. An opportunity arose when

my coworkers were having lunch in the cafeteria at work. Jon strolled over, wearing the same dazed yet wry expression and tried to bogart my friend's fruit cup. *SLAP!*

I deflected his fruit cup grab with a deft block. He tried again, but this time I gave him a left jab. *BLAM* He was disoriented for a moment, so I grabbed his cookie. *KA-POW*

The cookie vaporized and with it my concentration. There was a bright light coming from the side of the scene and sounds of some unknown religious hymns played with a bagpipe.

Being the cookie crook was not easy. You had to be mentally tough. You couldn't let hallucinations of cookies bother you, no you had to use them to empower you. You had to

shadowbox with those pesky bastards, using every cognitive trick in the book. Only then would you be ready for a cookie heist gone sour with REAL cookies playing their mind games

on mobile devices at the airport. "I can't believe you made $78,000 a year working at home!" he responded to the facebook spam on the article about the kumquat shortage. "Where can

I sign please! With my earnings I will buy a penis enlarging potion!" As we all know the vital potion ingredient is mashed kumquat which led to the shortage in the first place.