Too guilty pleasure, I don’t ever crave them, I don’t like it when I down a pack, but when I start I simply cannot and will not stop, I do not have the will to stop eating them all and I do not know why
do you ever turn two of them into satan's oreo and then turn it sideways and go down on it? then the frosting turns your nostrils into a magical fairy palace?
that way you really only need two.
its about moderation.
My dad is the only person I know who hates them, but that's only because they remind him of working at Walmart, which was hands down the weirdest, culty-est work experience he ever had.
Edit: I meant this to be a top level comment, but enjoy my non sequitur, I guess
