Well, the popcorn I went on about the other day got the best of me.
It all started with peanuts. A handful of peanuts. Then another handful. Then another. I ate just over a serving of peanuts. And still couldn’t satisfy whatever it is I wanted.
Then, I spied the popcorn. Sitting there. Calling my name.
Luckily, the caramel popcorn satisfied whatever. And as a bonus, I could care less if I ever eat caramel popcorn again. As well, I ate it before bed and so far haven’t had any headaches or sick to my stomach feeling – I slept it off.
Sent what was left of the can with the other half. Let him make himself sick. I’m done wit it!