There is something about twizzlers that I can not resist. Once a bag is open, my body thinks that it is its duty to finish the bag. The really bad part is that after about 5 or 6 of them my stomach starts to hurt. But that still doesn't deter me from continuing on my mission to eat all twizzlers in sight. And they aren't even that good.
Are they laced with black magic, nay, red magic? All signs point to yes.
Now... where did I put that bag...
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