You. You’re so damn good I can’t even pronounce you. But I have a bone to pick. You have severely cannibalized my post-pregnancy weight loss. And while you may think its cute that you sit in a fancy, sophisticated canister, I do not. In fact, I loathe your canister.
Why?
Because you make it impossible for me to secretly dispose of you. Your counterparts, Oreo, Chips Ahoy, the girl scouts, all housed in a biodegradable, easily-disposable package that allows me to eat and discard without my husband knowing. But you and your bulky, cumbersome canister make me look piggish when I eat lets say...several canisters...and then leave me no room in my garbage for anything else. How selfish of you! And to make matters worse, I need to RECYCLE you in a clear plastic bag so my shame and embarrassment is broadcasted all over neighborhood.
Shame on you. But I love you so much.
Why?
Because you make it impossible for me to secretly dispose of you. Your counterparts, Oreo, Chips Ahoy, the girl scouts, all housed in a biodegradable, easily-disposable package that allows me to eat and discard without my husband knowing. But you and your bulky, cumbersome canister make me look piggish when I eat lets say...several canisters...and then leave me no room in my garbage for anything else. How selfish of you! And to make matters worse, I need to RECYCLE you in a clear plastic bag so my shame and embarrassment is broadcasted all over neighborhood.
Shame on you. But I love you so much.
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