Crunchy Cheetos are EVIL!

I’m sitting here, feeling physically ill due to the huge amount of these bastard Crunchy Cheetos I have eaten. And yet, I literally cannot stop eating them! What do they put in them, some kind of addictive drug?!?

Help me!!!

The secret ingredient is heroin!
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(Crunchy Cheetos are EVIL!)

…as opposed to squishy Cheetos?

Crunchy Cheetos are different from regular Cheetos. They are, well, crunchier (surprise!) and look different. I can stop eating regular Cheetos, but seem to have a problem with the crunchy ones.

Cheetos don’t faze me. I used to have a jones for Doritos, but now I can take them or leave them – usually leave them.

No, as long as you keep away from me Terra Chips’ onion and garlic chips… (wiping drool off keyboard)…

Excuse me. I have to go to the store.

The worst are the “Flaming hot” cheetos. You eat a few and then your mouth starts burning… Soon you find yourself eating more and more of them because for some reason your mouth doesn’t burn when you’re eating the cheetos but then when you stop it just gets worse! Coming down off flaming hot cheetos is the worst thing ever.
dashes off to store

–Scotcho

Taking a cue from the people at KFC, they’ve added a special secret chemical which makes you crave them fortnightly, and eat them compulsively once you have them.

It’s all a part of the great plan of the Triumvirate, a secret organization made up of the richest and most powerful people in the world, of which The Colonel was a member, that bastard with his wee, beady eyes.

One of the most impressive eating feats I have witnessed was watching a friend of mine put away a whole bag of cheetos. Not that it is an excessive amount of food, just after a while the cheesey artifical flavoring kind of gets to you. Or me at least. It would be like drinking a gallon of milk in one sitting.

What’s so wondrous about Cheetos is not the addictive nature, but that after you eat them, you have a cheesy coating on your fingers that you can lick off. It’s kind of like dessert after your Cheetos.

That would be the affliction known as fromage digititus.

The most evil thing is that you can’t do anything else when you eat them. Unless you want some f.d. all over your keyboard, your mouse, your remote, your fly, in your hair.

Unless your a man and you’re planning on cleaning those pants tonight anyway.

Ick. That’s all I have to say. Somehow, I am immune to the call of the Crunchy Cheeto.

Though they do come in gnarly, twisted shapes. As a kid, our babysitter used to serve them with lunch, and may sister and I had much more fun playing with them than eating them. “Ooooh, big club! Og smash! Rowwwwr!”