Originally posted by Bisleyblackhawk:
It's like 10:30 and you say to yourself..."self, "A" peanut butter cracker sounds nice...let's make ONE"...
You stand at the sink eating the ONE you made (no sense getting cracker crumbs all over the recliner or the floor you just swept)...
Then you say "those five peanut butter Premium saltine crackers were so good...I'll bet a Ritz cracker with peanut butter would be better...so you stand at the sink and eat one...or five...maybe seven...
Then you start "mainlining" the skippy without the cracker, using a table knife...
When the table knife just doesn't cut it...you swap to the spoon and continue...
Until the contents of the jar is scraped clean and is no more...
Then you are feeling sad as well as guilty...
And you go to bed wanting more
Goodnight all
