I confess that I had been drinking when I came upon this display in a Mrs. Fields at the Sherman Oaks Galleria, but the association that formed in my mind that night has persisted. Think of it as a sort of Rorschach inkblot test made out of cookie dough and icing. Do you see a delicious, over-sized confection or something far more sinister? In essence, how immature are you?
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