It means fewer Twinkies for everyone else.
(I kid, I kid.)
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It means fewer Twinkies for everyone else.
(I kid, I kid.)
P-C, you may have my lifetime allotment of Twinkies. (I never got the Twinkie love. Ho-Hos, on the other hand....)
It means fewer Twinkies for everyone else.
Thank God! Because Twinkies really, truly, ming. They're one of those terrifying foods that clearly contain no actual food at all, and will still be here along with the cockroaches when everything else on the planet is dust.
...sorry, tangent. But I agree with Tep about the fact that setting up the whole moral paradigm of virtue/sin pertaining to cookies etc is spectacularly unhelpful.
Because Twinkies really, truly, ming.
Yet again, Fay and I are one. Which means I am HOTT.
I want some Sinful Cookies right now.
But I should have beer and pizza first.
The filling in Twinkies is peculiarly unfoodlike.
I had pizza for dinner -- it was sauceless, but with mozzarella cheese (or whatever blend is on pizzas), chopped tomatoes, kalamata olives, mushrooms (ick), feta cheese, and enough cloves of roasted garlic to kill a warehouse full of vampires.
It was SO good.
Because Twinkies really, truly, ming.
Is that a verb?
I've never had a twinkie, and I am really not tempted. That pizza sounds heavenly. Mmmmm garlic.
Mmmmm garlic.
Oh god. There was probably 2 full heads of garlic on it. SO good.