Sunday, August 9, 2009

Pretty sure I'm going to die, but it was worth it.



That, my friends, is the last bite of a warm, gooey, banana and Nutella filled crepe.

I've been craving one for a few days now, ever since I recommended it as a cure for Marianne's sudden aversion to sweets.

You see, there's this little side effect of gastric bypass called dumping syndrome. You get it when you eat things with a lot of sugar or fat. Or, uh, Nutella.

And I'm pretty positive I'm done for.
Goodbye forever.
Remember, I want dirty jokes and board games and ice cream sundaes at my funeral.

But don't be sad--I'm going out with a smile on my face and Nutella crepes on my breath.

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