Skinny Pop would be really good if you handed me a bag after I’d been stranded for two weeks with nothing to eat but the termites I dug up from the ground.
Give me all the bread and butter pickles and the bread and butter wine. Please no bread and butter! Unless is warm- maybe. Not after the butter incident of ‘98.
Sometimes I think about the time my bf brought a whole separate comforter to bed with him, and I wondered how many frozen nights he endured before he decided he’d had enough.