Yes, I am. And I’m considering buying some of those yummy Oreos…only with Chocolate in the middle.
I’m kind of freaked out. I’ve been eating Oreos for as long as I can remember, and they’ve always been regular. But I love chocolate.
The thing is, its not so much about the chocolate as it is about the CHANGE. It’s all too much!! Ahhh. Should I do it? Will I still like myself in the aftermath of the eating? And the biggest question- is it actually good?
I’m probably going to go for it tomorrow evening, if there are any at the store. I’d better not wear white- ya know, chocolate stains. Alright, I’m going to try on what I should wear. By this time tomorrow I will no longer be a chocolate creme oreo virgin. ::faint::
[Darth Vader voice]Come, Zoggie…come to the Dark Side…[/Darth Vader voice]
I tried these little chocolate pieces of bliss last week. Oh man. OH man. Gooooooooood stuff. But at some point during my Oreo orgy–I was about halfway through the package, I think–I noticed my two sweet little children standing in front of me, looking like those cheesy paintings of those big-eyed waifs. Somewhere in my chocolate-laden brain, a small voice told me [sub]“Give the children some cookies! For heaven’s sake, think of the children!”[/sub] and I realized that if I didn’t share the cookies with my kids, I’d probably see them on Springer or something. So, I gave them some, and for a brief, shining moment, I was a Good Mom.
Then they wanted more. MORE. Of MY cookies! How DARE they think they can just eat up all of MY cookies! How DARE they think that just by being all cute ‘n stuff that I’ll just instantly get up off these little bits o’ cookie heaven, just to please THEIR greedy little selves?!?!?! HAH! Mrs. Cleaver to Joan Crawford in nothing flat. I locked them in a closet and made them sit there and listen while I stuffed those cookies down my gullet. Then I force-fed them some gruel and sent them to bed.
Yep, I highly recommend Chocolate Creme Oreos. 
What’s a Chocolate Creme Oreo? And why is it spelled that way?
(shakes head sadly)
I’m never gonna fit in to the club.
Ginger
Creme’s more French or something. I dunno…I just read it as creme somewhere and have started using it like that. If you prefer, you could also say chocolate filling Oreos. Whatever floats your malt liquor float.
Well I’m lucky that the only child in my custody is my talking Buttercup doll. And if she ever speaks up to demand one of my oreoes…well, I’m moving to Canada. 
Well, yeah. We obviously don’t have them here.
And, if it were French, it wouldn’t be “Chocolate Creme Oreos”. It would be Oreos de creme chocolat.
God I’m bad at French.
Lose your Chocolate Creme Virginity if you want, but be aware that, once you give yourself to the Oreos, they will only use you for your innocent stomach, then leave you feeling alone, unfulfilled, and empty.
Such is life.
mmm, they are good. Although their creme filling isn’t as soft as I’d like. You go to lick it and the whole thing comes off on your tongue, or do I lick to hard? I’m waiting for a special occasion that will occur in the next few hours, can’t wait. I’ll be thinking of you all 