Snacktime

So, I woke up from nap today, and lo and behold, this was sitting on the table.  I thought to myself, "Oh, Jack, you have hit the mega-millions jackpot today, buddy!  Snacktime just took on platinum.  Oh my gosh, that's an oreo crust covered in rich chocolate topped with chocolate mousse and smothered in fluffy, yummy, delicious, teeth-rotting, cellulite-feeding, double-chin inducing, heart-clogging deliciousness.  It's got to be criminal." 

Then, Mom got out the grapes, "Now, Jack, that's for tomorrow when Dad comes home.  If you eat a good dinner tomorrow, you can have some." 

"Really?  Seriously?  Are you kidding me?  I get grapes?!?!?!?!?!?!?" 
Snack time is supremely overrated!  Put that thing in the refrigerator already.


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