Good: You get an awesome Mr. T cookie jar.
Bad: Every one will be too afraid to get the cookies out of the jar. That, and the jar won’t let you.
I am now the only person on WordPress using the tag:
Is It Normal For A Cookie Jar To Jump Off The Shelf And Start Driving A Large Black Van To Stop A Horrible Atrocity From Happening?
Awesome.
I Pity The Blog 
I pity the fool who tries to take a cookie from out my head!!!!
damn the Guy above me beat me to the “I Pity the fool…” oh well….. I guess I could make a cancer joke?
Those aren’t cookies. Each one is a single cell of Mr. T’s pity gland.
Do what you want, myles.
“… Mr. T’s pity gland?!” *snork*
Looks like Mr. T as R.P. McMurphy in a remake of “One Flew Over the Cuckoo’s Nest” …after the lobotomy.
Oh no! Someone killed Mr. T and turned him into a pity a jar! (now with extra pity for the fool!)
Really disturbing to see the top of Mr. T’s head off. Dude, put it back!!
I don’t want to defile his mohawk.
If I had one of those, I’d only put T-biscuits in it 🙂
I like cookies.
Ross- You and your Canadi-slang!
Cookies are not as good as pie.