A Cookie Blackhole

My apartment has a cookie problem. We can't stop eating cookies. We've been trying to rotate who has to buy the apartment cookies but a box never lasts more than a night and then desperation strikes.

After Fall Lake George (a huge camping trip) we scored 12 boxes of cookies from the left-over food. They were gone in two days. That means we're eating at a rate more than 1 box per person per day.

We're hosting a BBQ today for people who helped with FLG and the organizer (who doesn't live at the house) included in his e-mail:

"WARNING: 2210 is a cookie black hole. If you bring cookies to 2210 they will most likely vanish within seconds. Bring cookies at your own risk."

So now the world (and internet knows). We are 2210 and we have a problem.