last week i bought a nice christmassy package of white chocolate covered marshmallows, i know, yum. in theory. however, they were more like un-yum, not in theory. i don’t know what the hell i was thinking, one easter many moons ago i ate an entire white chocolate bunny and then vomitted all over the tv room carpet at my grandparents.

this is the part where i make a white supremacist joke.

anyway, i forced the kkk candies (hah) on fil and he brought them to work and left them on a co-worker’s desk. this dude always has candy and snacks and treats so all day long fil gets to spy on everyone snacking and makes little pie graphs and measures statistics on people’s habits. the white chocolate marshmallows are not a favourite and i am not surprised.

i gave fil half a bag of bbq fritos i purchased on a drunken whim a couple month’s back cos we were mindlessly ploughing through it and they weren’t very good and every time i put one in my mouth my thighs and ass multiplied by ten. the bag was finished by the end of the work day and fil had to listen to everyone’s crunching.

me: are the marshmallows gone yet

Phil: um…
no there are about a third left

me: ew
my stomache just rollercoastered

Phil: yes i am starving but even still i wont touch em

me: i want my 7.99 back