Dude, I would've kicked my own ass for saying this six years ago, but I love being at my parents house.
Why, you ask?
Because my Dad is the original snack KING (in addition to being the original Dude). This man snacks more than anyone else on the face of God's green earth. He barely eats real meals, but he'll walk around all God damned afternoon with a bowl full of pretzels or lightly salted Herr's, housing them like Romeo Crennell.
This is perfect for me, because I'm the same way.
So when I went to the cabinet last night, I remembered that being here is like being in an alternate snack universe, where every snack you could ever want is yours for the taking. It's like paradise for snack lovers. Cookies. Chocolate. Pretzels. Chips. Dorito's. Popcorn. Crackers. Party mix. We've got all the major snack groups covered here.
Kudos to my Mom for securing all these epicurean delights. Hey Mom, have I ever told you that I love you?
...and your snack food selection?
Well I do.
MERRY CHRISTMAS AND HAPPY HANUKKAH, YOU ANIMALS (that's y'all...not my folks)!!
December 24, 2008
Give Me Snacks or Give Me Death!
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I honestly ate 6 dozen cookies this week at work, all 2 days of it. I'm going to have to do some serious cardio after new years. I don't have a sweet tooth, but if it's in front of me I'll eat it, bad news for christmas season.
Merry Christmas you filthy animals!
Happy Christmakwanzukka!
And a Happy New Year, too.
/single gunshot.
//LOVES those movies.
Merry Christmas everyone! Off to Hoboken to visit the aunt. I've had rice pudding and carrot cake for breakfast. Thank god there's a treadmill downstairs.
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