Who Stole the Cookie from the Cookie Jar?

[EarlJam]

Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

EarlJam stole the cookie from the cookie jar!

[EarlJam]

Who stole the cookie from the cookie jar?

EarlJam stole the cookie from the cookie jar!

Who me?????

[EarlJam]

Who me?????

Yes, you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[EarlJam]

Yes, you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Not ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[EarlJam]

Not ME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Then who???????????????????????

[EarlJam]

Then who???????????????????????

TillyGalore stole the cookie from the cookie jar!!

[please continue as prompted]

[-jk]

Are you addicted to padding your post count, or is it merely habit forming? Sheesh.

:p

-jk

[TillyGalore]

TillyGalore stole the cookie from the cookie jar!!

[please continue as prompted]


Who me? :p

[EarlJam]

Are you addicted to padding your post count, or is it merely habit forming? Sheesh.

:p

-jk


I'm not thinking down the road or trying to pad anything. Just having fun. You have to have fun. I just take it one post at a time. You have to love the game. You can't think about your personal statistics, rather, you must think about the team. I just go out there every day and try to give 110 percent. I'm just thankful that I get paid for doing something I love. I think God for that every day. Never quit. Never surrender.

Also, I am mentally insane and substantially unstable.

-EarlJam

[EarlJam]

Who me? :p

Yes YOU!!!!!

[TillyGalore]

Yes YOU!!!!!

Not me!!!!!!!!!!!

[EarlJam]

Not me!!!!!!!!!!!

Then WHO?!

[TillyGalore]

Then WHO?!

Shammrog stole the cookie from the cookie jar!!

[EarlJam]

A formal and sincere apology for creating this thread

For most of my career, I've been a DBR poster, so, I don't know, I really don't know, you know, how to say what I really want to say.

You know, I understand it's — it's important or not important, you know, as far as what you say but how you say things. So, you know, I take this opportunity just to speak from the heart.

First, I want to apologize, you know, for this stupid post that I have allowed to happen. I want to personally apologize to the moderators, Jason Evans, Shammrog, coach Bobby Petrino, my fellow posters, you know, for my — for my previous discussions that I had about posting. And I was not honest and forthright in my discussions, and, you know, I was ashamed and totally disappointed in myself to say the least.

I want to apologize to all the young kids out there for my immature acts and, you know, what I did was, what I did was very immature so that means I need to grow up.

I totally ask for forgiveness and understanding as I move forward to bettering EarlJam the person, not the poster.

I take full responsibility for my actions. For one second will I sit right here — not for one second will I sit right here and point the finger and try to blame anybody else for my actions or what I've done.

I'm totally responsible, and those things just didn't have to happen. I feel like we all make mistakes. It's just I made a mistake in using bad judgment and making bad decisions. And you know, those things, you know, just can't happen.

Bad posting is a terrible thing, and I did reject it.

I'm upset with myself, and, you know, through this situation I found Jesus and asked him for forgiveness and turned my life over to God. And I think that's the right thing to do as of right now.

Like I said, for this — for this entire situation I never pointed the finger at anybody else, I accepted responsibility for my actions of what I did and now I have to pay the consequences for it. But in a sense, I think it will help, you know, me as a person. I got a lot to think about in the next year or so.

I offer my deepest apologies to everybody out in there on the Internet who was affected by this whole situation. And if I'm more disappointed with myself than anything it's because of all the young people, young kids that I've let down, who look at EarlJam as a role model. And to have to go through this and put myself in this situation, you know, I hope that every young kid out there in the world watching this interview right now who's been following the threads will use me as an example to using better judgment and making better decisions.

Once again, I offer my deepest apologies to everyone. And I will redeem myself. I have to.

So I got a lot of down time, a lot of time to think about my actions and what I've done and how to make EarlJam a better person.

Thank you.

[-jk]

I'm not thinking down the road or trying to pad anything. Just having fun. You have to have fun. I just take it one post at a time. You have to love the game. You can't think about your personal statistics, rather, you must think about the team. I just go out there every day and try to give 110 percent. I'm just thankful that I get paid for doing something I love. I think God for that every day. Never quit. Never surrender.

Also, I am mentally insane and substantially unstable.

-EarlJam

I just figured you'd found a new bottle of pain killers...

;)

-jk

[DevilAlumna]

I want to apologize to all the young kids out there for my immature acts and, you know, what I did was, what I did was very immature so that means I need to grow up.


Does this need to be moved to the Vick thread? (The original intent of the Vick thread?)

[Shammrog]

Shammrog stole the cookie from the cookie jar!!


Who me?

...

Couldn't be!

...

billybreen stole the cookie from the cookie jar!

(NOTE: I just came home sick, and am off to bed. I didn't want to leave you all hanging.)

[knights68]

Before anyone goes to accuse me, I didn't do it.

If I did it, I would hypothetically think it would go a little something like this:

I slid into the room & opened the lid to the cookie jar in the middle of the night with the moon glistening off of the butter knife I brought in case I wanted to spread come chocolate on it. At least, I'd assume that I would have a knife. Having never held a knife at midnight,and certainly not to eat a cookie or two, obviously I wouldn't know.

The air smelled of fall, a light tinge of freshness that I remembered from my childhood, from the bakery, from my days with similar cookies. Picturing them together, I really wanted their crumbs in my hands. Or at least I would if I was really bitter at it. Which I'm not.</em><br><br><em>The first few slices of the cookie were powered by my awful rage; my mind clouded over and I flew at them, feeling nothing but the power of my own anger towards how fattening it truly is and the intensity of the blade.

Or, er, I'd imagine that'd be what I'd probably feel. Couldn't say for sure. Never tried it. Now, if you asked me about Chex mix, I could tell you about that. I like Chex mix. Like the pretzels. But not murder of a cookie. Never got around to murdering any kind of cookie.

You see, this story is all hypothetical, which is when you pretend you didn't do something, not that I need to pretend, because I didn't do it. Or did I?
Nope. No, I'd remember that. This is all pretend. Crumbs were everywhere instantly when the knife came down onto those delicious morsels;
I swore I heard the cookie scream, a piercing banshee cry that would haunt me for the rest of my natural life, taunting me as I grasped desperately for sleep on the cold nights made colder by my memories of how it looked, and tasted. I felt a tinge of remorse; or, anyways, I would have, had I cut the cookie so brutally, but of course I didn't. Why would I do that? I wouldn't. You're silly to think that I did.