Something about those sickly sweet, vanilla laced, crunchy confections are irresistible to me. Every other year, I break down and buy a bag thinking "this time, I'll pace myself."
But then I turn into the Quick rabbit and gobble down the whole dang pack in one shameless binge...and I sit here now feeling sick as a dog like I always do, wondering how I could have been so stupid as to think that this time I'd be able to control myself with Satan's chocolate whispering to me from the kitchen shelf.
But then I turn into the Quick rabbit and gobble down the whole dang pack in one shameless binge...and I sit here now feeling sick as a dog like I always do, wondering how I could have been so stupid as to think that this time I'd be able to control myself with Satan's chocolate whispering to me from the kitchen shelf.