Go away Cookie Monster. And stop asking about my Oreos. The other day at work, I kept getting emails from the Cookie Monster. You know. The blue guy. He wanted to know how I eat my Oreos. And apparently, he wanted to know pretty badly because each time I deleted the mail (you never know, there could be cookie porn in there!), he'd send a new one. The third time it came, I got freaked out a little. And the fourth time, I didn't delete it for a while because I figured he was just sitting there at his monster-sized computer waiting. If I got rid of it, he'd just send me another one. And I don't even eat Oreos that often. But when I do, I either dunk them in milk first or (if I find myself milkless) bite off one wafer little by little until it's gone then eat the other wafer with the icing. Mmmm... trans fat.