Originally Posted by
VaughnP
Brah, I've been busy with things like this box, carton, package, whatever the correct term is for this container of Oreos on the edge of my bed. I swear Oreos were about 1000 times better when I was kid, there has to be an explanation.
In my quest for an explanation, I found this:
http://www.forbes.com/sites/alicegwa...s-like-a-drug/
I rarely, and I mean like once a year rarely, buy Oreos, but this makes a lot of sense. When I eat one, I usually end up eating the entire, whatever the fuck you call this, tray, and then have one of those "did I really just fuck a tranny or jerk off to granny porn" type of moments of reflective self disgust, wallowing in a carb overload of rainy day type of sorrow.
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