Somebody should tell those little girls there are other ways to make money. Hey, you don't have to stand on the porch like that...come in and get warm.

". . .a hit of Tagalongs."? That would never do.
Unless by a "hit" you mean a whelming flood.

Bring on the Samoas!

@Looker: I want Samoans.

@Looker: I believe they're called Carmel De-Lites. I should know, I used to consume a box in one sitting while staring at it.

Um yeah, I figured out the ebay thing last year sometime after a particularly bad hankering for Samoas. Samoas. I dare you to find a more delicious cookie.

@Looker: Ha.

Chris Hansen got halfway to Honolulu before he found out he had to go a mall in Passaic to buy Samoans.

If it is Girlscouts selling the cookies on E-bay that simply shows good entrepenurial skills, the whole point of having them sell the damn things in the first place. The practice was started in the glass-ceiling days when Martha Stewart had yet to serve hard time and HP began spying on their employees.

@collegecallgirl: I was impressed when Matt Diffee slipped this past the New Yorker editors:

@Unfun: Such a thing does not exist. Do you think a cookbook exists that has nothing but recipes for different ways to enjoy Samoas? I mean, simply eating them is glorious. But! What if you could make a Samoa pillow? Certainly not comfortable, but tasty. Bad dream? Take a bite - it'll chase away the demons. Or you know what would be sexy? Wearing nothing but a Samoa over each nipple. Think of the sweet little donut-shaped chocolaty stain that would remain after the cookies are consumed, and thus require a sensual tongue removal. The kissing would dislodge the leftover coconut pieces, for continued enjoyment.

The most disturbing thing is that Tagalongs are now called PEANUT BUTTER PATTIES. And yes, Mels was right--Samoas are now called CARAMEL DE-LITES. This is royally fucked up but what is more fucked up about the whole thing is that the boring name of THIN MINTS remains.
P.S. Anyone can eat 10 Thin Mints. They are as easy to eat as Saltines.

@fiveinchtaint: It's Girl Scout Nookie Time!

Umm, you can buy GS cookies any time at the headquarters on 37th St and 5th Ave. duh.

Crikey. We used to go door-to-door. Now: a) hanging out in front of strip malls is safer than ringing people's doorbells, and b) the cookies are way smaller.
Projections: (i) in a few years, micro-cookies will be sold in 100-calorie packs, and (ii) they will be sold by small girls walking into traffic because there are too many guns at the mall.

Tagalong means "chased by a many-legged fox" in Urdu.

I lived off of GS cookies for a week once after I got thrown out of my old house. I had bought 100 boxes to help a kid win, and they came with me. I have not eaten any since.

@fiveinchtaint: You're fogging up my monitor!

Visit this website and you can get set up with a Girl Scout who wil sell you cookies:

[www.girlscoutcookies.org]

Funny, I thought Governor Spitzer was cracking down on that sort of thing.

As a Filipina, I object to this confusing cookie name.

I'm game for buying my cookies off the Internet if it means I don't have to deal with the stuttering 5 year old in my apartment complex. She's also abnormally small. How do you say "no" to that?

Thin mint cookies with a latte is a religous experience.

@The Real JR: Think how offended the Samoans are.

@CodePink: Shit yeah. A sleeve of Thin Mints can disappear in a few minutes. I like to keep mine in the freezer for extra cool goodness.

@scroll_lock: My pants are tight, too.

I have an entire box at my desk. Make me an offer.

@BeAgrestic:
You start crying and close the door without a word. She will more than likely never return again.

@BeAgrestic: And for the last time, kid on the subway, I DO NOT WANT a fucking candy bar. Do I look like I have 3 spare hours to work off the calories on the treadmill?

Oh man.....dieting here and so want some GS cookies now!!! Thanks!

@fiveinchtaint: I totally did that last year! This year, I just bought two boxes of Tagalongs, which was dumb, because as every dieter knows, Thin Mints are great for breakfast.

@The Real JR: The Real JR's a GIRL??????

@fiveinchtaint: Oops, I accidentally wore my Samoa panties today. Hope you're hugnry!

@fiveinchtaint: Oh my god. Samoas porn. If you put it chocolate facing up around your nipple, the caramel would get all warm and gooey and stick to the skin a bit upon removal, leaving behind a sweet, lickable residue, maybe forming strings of goodness between tit and mouth. The circle is just large enough to fit over a clit. Wow. You just opened up a whole new universe for me.

the girl scout's web site praises the experience of selling cookies as a way to introduce girls to the art of commerce. if so, in my troop, i would hoard them, start my own ebay site, and double the price. screw the jamboree kids, we're going to paris!

Also, you guys, I was a campfire kid. We were co-ed.

@Unfun: Wow! Just...just wow!

@fiveinchtaint: cookie porn?

@CodePink: my monitor is smoking just being in the same post as those 2, lol!

@kimmygibler:
My roommate keeps telling me I need to gain 20lbs to get my BMI at a healthy level and this thread has me inspired and fiending for an entire pack of thin mints, a latte, and samoas. Oh my god. I'm headed to midtown to these offices and if you can't buy them there. . . I'm going to get some Oreos or somthing. Lata playas.

@collegecallgirl: I was a Brownie. We were not co-ed.

@Unfun: I envy you Americans with your Tagalongs and Samoas and clits and whatnots. Try and utilise a food during the sex over here that doesn't involve chips, and you end up on some sort of register, with your face plastered on every lamppost in a mile's radius.

Screw Tagalongs. I only buy Wilderness Girls cookies from Jenny Lewis and Carla Gugino outside Jane Fonda's Workout Studio.

And yet, no one likes the Dosey-Dos.

@Chryss: No, I do!!! Oh, and hell, a Trefoil dipped in hot chocolate?!?! PLEASE.

The Girl Scout world headquarters in on 23rd just east of 6th Avenue. I've heard you can just show up there and get your fix.

@CodePink: I always make the mistake of not buying enough or any at all because I have no will power. But the cravings never go away. What if I'm like a vampire, but Girl Scout Cookies are my blood? Is there a name for that? Cookie Monster is already taken. Graham Cracker's Dracula?

@collegecallgirl: That's a new level of sticky.

@Unfun: There's a porn for every fetish, but not cookies. Why? Think of the scenes we could create with Keebler Fudge Stripes. And our first international title would feature Maple Leafs. Drooling.

@OMGeorge: The image of Carla Gugino selling anything is enough to push me over the edge.

@fiveinchtaint: Hush, it's rude to talk with your mouth full.

@OMGeorge:
Gather round you friends of mine
We're Wilderness Girls and it's cookie time
We work hard and we play fair
So buy a box and do your share
If you want the best tasting you can find (yeah yeah)
Chocolate chips are one of a kind (yeah yeah)
A peanut butter dream will blow your mind (yeah yeah)
A box of them would be so fiiiiine (try some!)
Cheap at even twice the priiiiice (buy some!)
Come on now, come on now, it's cookie tiiiime, it's cookie tiiiime, it's cookie tiiime

@fiveinchtaint: Graham Cracker's Dracula is very cute and clever, but to call a graham cracker a cookie is like trying to make a root beer float out of Tab and vanilla frozen yogurt.

@fiveinchtaint: Ernie the Keebler Elf says the hollow tree ain't the only wood in his forest right now.

the "selling cookies" part of girl scouts actually took quite a toll on my self-esteem. being the procrastinator that i am i was always late getting around the neighborhood of my small north carolina town and consequently, got turned away by everyone cus they had already bought cookies from the more ambitious girls in my troop. what small amount of boxes i did sell i would eat in my room by myself and never actually deliver them. then i'd cry. then i'd repeat the process for the next three years.

@fiveinchtaint: omg are we talking about the maple cookies again? DON'T PRESSURE ME TAINT!
@CodePink: I'm a big loser that I know this but... there are two separate manufacturers of GSCs. the cookies are the same, but depending on the troop you're buying from, and which maker they're getting the cookies from, they may be called tagalongs or they may be called peanut butter patties. same for samoas/caramel de-lights.

As a total cheapskate, I've learned it makes no sense to buy them if you work in an office. Inevitably, 4 or 5 women overbuy, and then leave like 3 or 4 boxes of different varieties out in the office kitchen each day for people to graze on. And for me, 'grazing' means 'seeing how many I can fit in my mouth at once and then quickly running away from the scene of the crime.'

@Unfun: How long before someone opens up a cookie bar where the tasty snacks, along with a glass of cold milk, are served up on the naked body of...

a former Girl Scout now over the age of 18 who fully consents to the entire process.

@the supergoddess: THANK YOU. I always have to explain this to people when they look at me as if I've just told them I'm quite sure the people of Earth were dropped off into a volcano by the space God Xenu when I call them Peanut Butter Patties. I usually just respond with "we Midwesterners always prefer to keep it simple" now that I'm on the East Coast instead of admitting I know about the manufacturers. But on the interwebs, I can be honest.

@the supergoddess: That's awesome information!!! Thank you! You're not a loser.

@CodePink: A cookie is just a cookie, but a Newton is fruit and cake!

+ Watch video

@HeyThatsMyBike: I am that person, right now, thin mints currently on display on my desk corner in a desparate attempt to force people into conversing with me.
I'm lonely :(

@the supergoddess: I thought the 2 different bakeries were for east of the Mississippi/west of the Mississippi (or something). No?

@HeyThatsMyBike: @CodePink: here's the article that explains it all. clarissa, out.
[andrewsinclair.org]

@scroll_lock: Of course big Ern would have to make an appearance.
@the supergoddess: I just can't get them out of my head.