Dare I say that no one reviews already-deemed awesome foods enough?
I dare, alright, and I’m just gonna throw this one out there: You hipsters with your fancy “artisan” cookies, I think Chips Ahoy! is bananas, B-A-N-A-N-A-S.
I realize that Gwen Stefani song is old, but it applies, so backthefuckoff.
Yes, I’m snowed in still, and on a whim, in my dizzying trip to the grocery store mid-cabin fever, when I didn’t have a list but was shopping using only me Id, I bought a sleeve of Chips Ahoy! (exclamation point INTENDED!) and ate them over three days.
Normally, I probably wouldn’t blog extoll-house-ing the virtues of cookies, but dammit if they didn’t get me through the rough parts of this storm. Yesterday, during Clean Fest 2011 (see this blog) I survived on Chips Ahoy! and leftover pizza.
I think I might’ve even lost some weight over this snow-in, so therefore, Chips Ahoy! are good for diets.
Don’t tell my Weight Watchers group leader I wrote this. She’d shit. Literally. And I don’t want to see that again.
The Garish Chicken 