Beware of this bag.
My wife bought two just the other day and told me I could take them to work. I thought it would be no big deal. It’s really not that big of a bag. It isn’t intimidating. Unfortunately, I have underestimated it’s power.
I came in this morning and set the bag on the community snack shelf. The snack shelf is a place where nice people like me and my coworkers can contribute to the greater good by providing unhealthy and/or tasty snacks for the entire development group here at my company. Since we are about 40 people strong, the snack shelf usually sees a lot of activity.
But nothing like today. Poppycock has taken over.
I’ve had three servings already, and it’s not even 3 o’clock. One of my nice coworkers has told me that the snack shelf resembles a “crack lever”. It was then explained that a “crack lever” is a lever put into rat cages in laboratories. The lever would be pulled by the rats, and a serving of crack would come to the rat. It was quickly discovered that the rats would just keep pulling the “crack lever” over and over again until they died a horrific death from overdosing on crack.
Poppycock is our crack.
To say this stuff tastes good is an understatement. It’s obscenely good.
Don’t buy it. If you do, you will eat it all and then hate yourself in the morning.
You have been warned.
