You say "tomato", I say "Oh God! Please make it stop! Let me die! Let me DIE!"
People who know me would probably assume that my Personal Food Hell would consist of jars overflowing with mayonnaise, ranch dressing, tartar sauce, and the like.
They would be wrong.
I mean, that would be awful and everything, but I could either just not eat for eternity or learn to like the stuff.
No, in my Personal Food Hell, everyday will consist of three small, pleasant, nutritious meals of steamed vegetables or pasta with baked fish and warm bread.
The portions will be large enough to enjoy but not quite large enough to be filling.
Then comes the horror:
A never-ending supply of Hot & Spicy Cheez-Its.
Because once you start eating Hot & Spicy Cheez-Its,
you can never,
ever
stop.
Aside to ennui330:
I ate all your Hot & Spicy Cheez-Its.
You really should thank me.
They would be wrong.
I mean, that would be awful and everything, but I could either just not eat for eternity or learn to like the stuff.
No, in my Personal Food Hell, everyday will consist of three small, pleasant, nutritious meals of steamed vegetables or pasta with baked fish and warm bread.
The portions will be large enough to enjoy but not quite large enough to be filling.
Then comes the horror:
A never-ending supply of Hot & Spicy Cheez-Its.
Because once you start eating Hot & Spicy Cheez-Its,
you can never,
ever
stop.
Aside to ennui330:
I ate all your Hot & Spicy Cheez-Its.
You really should thank me.