March 26, 2012

...and I was like baby, baby, baby, ooohh

I recently got the fever. Bieber fever.

I somehow managed to avoid it up until this point, which is something I once took great pride in. Anytime someone made a sexual inuendo that involved Biebs, which actually happens more than you would think, I was all "pfffffff you guys are so immature. Pick on someone your own age, why don't you." But last week I drank the Kool Aid. I fired up his documentary, Never say Never, to see what all the hype was about. 10 minutes in I was drooling and could hardly think straight. Boy is fine. I can only imagine what he will look like when he's actually an adult.

In his honor, I made these baby cookies. The theme is "pedophile".

Jay kay, these are actually cookies I made for someone who placed an order through my Etsy shop. Yes, I'm officially a businesswoman. And in true business fashion, here is my plug: You guys should buy some shit. What, you don't need expensive cookies? Throw a party then. In all honesty, these cookies are worth it. You know how sugar cookies tend to take on a flavor that is reminiscent of cardboard and corn syrup? Well these ones don't. They are actually good. Generally people eat one to be polite, and then are pleasantly surprised. That's a lie, usually they try them because I badger them relentlessly until each individual has eaten at least one. But that's just me being passionate about my product. Good thing I'm not selling cocaine, because that could get dangerous. In my defense, they are then thankful for my aggression, and usually say something like, "wow, these are good! I was totally expecting them to taste like shit". Is that a backhanded compliment? I'll take it.

And let's not ignore the fact that I wrapped them up in the most ador packaging ever. Packaging so cute it is not much unlike J. Biebs himself.


  1. Can you make me 200 weddind placecards?

  2. I have major Bieber Fever. All Day.