during my pistachio crisp eating massacre that drunken evening, I was also fed these cookies called lacey’s. holy sh!t was literally I could say with one bite. its like dark chocolate, almond., crispy caramel? I have no idea. but deeee-lish. and brought to you exclusively by trader joe’s.
it was a dang good thing my preggo buddy only had 2 left, because I would’ve seriously ended the whole box o’ cookies. drunk eating, its like stoned eating. you’ll eating anything, you’re never done eating, you’re never full, and you cant stop/wont stop eating until yo drunk/stoned @ss is passed the f*ck out.
speaking of eating, its lunch time. which means, do not disturb me unless there’s a fire in the building or a sighting of oprah outside.
peace and chicken grease people. im out.
ps: no link for laceys on trader hoe’s. just buy them, theyre worth it. and if you don’t like em, tough sh!t. oh, and please send the rest to me.
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