I have a new boyfriend, and his name is Peanut Butter Cheerios.
Sweet Wind Cries Mary, that is some good shit.
Like smoking some ganja and getting the munchies good shit. I say that like I have smoked more than one doobie in my lifetime, after downing an entire bottle of wine and then thinking, "Hmmmm...I'm alone, I have this doobie that my roommate so thoughtfully gave to me, I've just had a bottle of wine, what better way to end the evening than puking my guts out after smoking a doob solo..."
But back to my new B.F. I daresay he is even better than a previous B.F....
Oh no I din't.
Oh yes I DID.
Well butter my butt and call me a biscuit. I just checked the nutrition stats on both my new B.F. and my old B.F., and they are virtually the same stats.
WHY HAVE I NOT BEEN EATING PEANUT BUTTER CAP'N CRUNCH ALL THESE YEARS???
No matter. Apparently now I can enjoy BOTH B.F.s - a three-way, if you will, with relatively minimal nutritional damage, provided I can keep my intake to one serving. Not only that, but when I was googling PB Cap'n Crunch, I came across all SORTS of ummm-azing recipes, like:
Peanut Butter Cap'n Crunch Marshmallow Brownie Bars
Peanut Butter Marshmallow Clustery Things
PB Cap'n Crunch Nutella FRIGGING SANDWICHES
Hells bells, there's even a PB Cap'n Crunch Crusted Crab Cake. That's some Top Chef shit right there.
Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go GET IT ON with my B.F.
Top: BCBG (fanks, Ames)
Pants: T.J. Maxx
Ring: Old Navy