munchy

Last night I bought two Little Debbie's desert treats, a lemon pie and a choco-brownie, to chow on while I watched this brilliant film. They cost me 85 cents altogether. I figured that if one of the treats was gross, I would have a backup.

The pie was so tasty that I ate the brownie which also went down smooth.

Next thing you know, I couldn't fall asleep for 2 hours and felt panicky about a really mean thing I said about my friend's sex appeal. I also had really weird dreams where I gently petted a diseased pigeon and screamed at Rebecca on a swingset.*

Not since this incident have I been so disappointed in Little Debbie.

*to be fair to the beleaguered snack company, I had dreams the other night about having man-breasts and owning 100 rabbits