“They are not what they used to be” – IOTW Report

“They are not what they used to be”

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Yay. I just love their Tagaschlongs.

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18 Comments on “They are not what they used to be”

  1. a friend of mine recently retired from a 28 year corporate sales position with the girl scouts.

    she said the internal politics and shenanigans within this sick organization would make a sane person ill.

  2. Just like College in America.
    Bunch of overpaid college pukes that are running an organization started to enrich young lives with skills and a sense of self reliance.
    One day I am going to get rich selling tar and feathers in a kit.

  3. I was a Boy Scout Leader for the years my son was in grade school. We were very active – the boys learned a LOT. We visited factories, shot rifles, built things, worked on bicycles and cars, etc. Some of these boys had single moms for parents, so I was kind of their conduit to dude things. But I was the local Leader. It pains me to see how the national outfits ruin things for the local organizations.

  4. The cookies are very cheap using cheap ingredients.

    My family owns a chain of bakeries. High quality ingredients
    People love our baked goods.
    Yes. They are expensive. Made fresh everyday

  5. Well, they really ought to be called WorldScoutCookies, because America sux and all the profits should be used to educate the 3rd world girls how to be good muzzie cloth-coffin-wearing shitheads,
    Inshallbama

  6. I love the cookies that were called Peanut Butter Patties back in the day, but I just can’t support a group run by angry libtard lesbians. I’ve bought my last box os Girl Scout cookies.

  7. My daughter is a gold award recipient, and my wife and I were very active in helping all the girls in her troop reach at least the silver award. I stopped buying GS cookies years ago when I learned about the links to planned parenthood.
    It pains me to walk by a group of girls and not buy a box. Once, I tried to explain to one why I couldn’t buy any. The look of confusion on that girl’s face, and the look of horror on her monther’s, convinced me it is easier to just look the other way and walk past.

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