dear oreo cakesters,
more than a year ago jon and a friend told me of your glory. however i had never been a {huge} oreo cookie fan so i blew them off. little did i know you bear small resemblance to your namesake. you're a different animal entirely. they tried and tried to get me to taste your deliciously horrible sugarness but i resisted. temptation was conquered– crisis averted.
...until a few weeks ago, when i picked up a package of you on a whim. oh, the unholy love of cakesters. how can you taste so good?! how?! i howl it at the sky at night, night after night, WHY ARE YOU SO TASTY, CAKESTERS?! WHY MUST I ALWAYS WANT MORE OF YOU?
i curse the day i heard your name.
you've caused me to do something i thought would never happen– owe a formal apology to donuts, for you have ousted them in my heart. the creamy hand of ye olde cakester doth sit around my heart.
you're a horrible snackamockery and yet, i love you so.
i suppose i'm thankful that you happened, even though you're probably made of poison.
happy thanksgiving, oreo cakesters. i'm sort of glad i met you. kinda. not really.
love,
the grumbles
your #1 fanz!@#!!!
ps dear readers, do not google oreo cakesters in image search with the safe search turned off. at your office. don't ask why, just... trust me, it's a bad idea.
*i'm also thankful for my friends family and health, and my awesome blog, and all that crap. and YOU. fo shizzly dizzles.
