Once upon a time, my always overjealous mom started having thoughts that maybe, and just maybe, my dad could
be cheating on her. So using her vast computer knowledge, she decided to search through my dad's computer files.
When my dad got home late, tired, from his workday, he noticed something was amiss. Not that anything was
wrong with the house "per se", more like that feeling you get when everything is just... too quiet.
- Honey, I'm home.
Nothing.
Definitely, something was wrong. My dad started searching through the house, to find my mother on their
bedroom, sitting at the corner, only the lamp on.
- Hi honey, is everything ok? - dad asked.
- Sure. Couldn't be better. How was the work today?
- As usual, tiring. And how was your day?
- Just fine. - and that's the time she dropped the bomb - So, who is she?
- She who?
- Don't you play with me. I know it all. Answer me, who is she???
- Are you crazy, woman? I don't know what you're talking about!
- Tell me!!! I've seen it with my own eyes!!! I know it all!!! Do you think I'm stupid??? - my mother,
now, with tears rolling through her face - DO YOU THINK I DON'T KNOW WHAT COOKIE MEANS??? I KNOW IT!!!
COOKIE MEANS CUTIE!!! WHO'S THE B***CH CALLING YOU CUTIE OVER THE INTERNET?!?!?!?!?!
And, to this day, my poor dad has to set cookies=off everytime he browses the web.