I love these. Love. Lovey, dovey, smovey, wovey. True love. It's just a good thing they only sell these once a year. I know they have the cup thingies, but they're not the same. These are fresh. Unadulterated. Only on the shelf since Valentine's Day. And because they are eggs you can eat them for breakfast. Because they have peanut butter in them, they are protein. But the day after Easter they go on sale for 50% off and they disappear for another year. But you are left with the memories, the little extra pudge on the bottom which is why everything I love has the word "butt" in it. Butt-ered popcorn. Butt-er Toffee. Peanut Butt-er. Nutty Butt-y Ice Cream Cones. Why can't they change the words to like "worth it." Worth it popcorn. Worth it toffee. Peanut worth it eggs. Well, I'm going to go and OD on something that's worth it.
HUSBANDS CAN SLEEP THROUGH ANYTHING
4 days ago