What the hell is Nutella?
Sort of an acquired taste…
Guilty secret: When my wife isn’t around, sometimes I watch those awful “world’s worst crashes” and “scary shit caught on video” specials. Gawd I feel sleazy…
You’ve got to be kidding. I’ve never ever run into anyone who didn’t love that stuff. Hell, in France, it’s practically jam!
I terrorize and mutilate a new elderly couple every weekend. Then I eat Cool Whip with a graham cracker. And I’m not ashamed.
After I’ve finished my French fries I scoop up the remaining ketchup on my finger and lick it off.
The ONLY type of mustard I will eat is the fluorescent yellow French’s stuff. Dijon makes me puke.
I also like Alanis Morrissette.
Ok… Being that I’m from the south, I like Banana and Peanut Butter,white bread with lots of fat free mayonnaise. Oh, and don’t forget you add some peanuts to that coke you wash it all down with…
How else does one eat Nutella, if not with a spoon? Lord knows I don’t want anything else tainting my precious Nutella…
I like my pets more than I like most people, and I sometimes eat dinner straight out of whatever packaging it comes in to avoid having to wash the several weeks’ worth of dishes in my sink.
Ah, I feel better now!
Man, I thought that was a lost art! I like you already, Girlbysea. I’ll have an RC with that Moon Pie.
This has become a food based thread… oh well.
I will sit and eat an entire bag of Doritos with three or four cokes to wash it down.
Then I’ll eat a whole container of Haagen Dazs, but then who doesn’t.
Now I need some Nutella… damn you people.
A big “me too” on the bologna & cheese sandwiches, Alanis Morrissette, steak & potatoes, hershey’s syrup, and hot fudge.
I also enjoy doing the Macarena.
:::hangs head in shame:::
…now I’ll never get invited to another Doper get-together again…
Sometimes I listen to Nancy Sinatra.
I looooove bologna and potato chip sandwhiches with Miracle Whip. My mother ate them incessantly while she was pregnant with my youngest sister, and I got hooked on them as well. Thing is, I stayed hooked. They’re sooo nummy, though…try it, I guarantee you’ll dig the experience.
Sometimes, when I’m alone in my car, I sing and dance around in my seat to the Backstreet Boys, but only that “all you people, don’t you see, don’t you see” song.
When Frank Sinatra died, I was sort of happy, because I hated his music. Now, I’m starting to enjoy it. I’m starting to frighten myself. And I’m really ashamed, not necessarily that I’m starting to like his music, but that I was actually pleased when he died. Damn.
I secretly fantasize about the doctor I work for.
I once ate an entire apple pie.
Ayesha - How Tacky!!!
Anyone with any class at all knows that you use Mayo on bologna and American cheese sandwiches! With a dash of French’s mustard. Miracle Whip indeed! And it MUST be Wonder Bread!
You are correct, of course on the Kraft Singles, so perhaps there’s hope for you, yet.
Okay, Ayesha, I’m going to tell just YOU this secret, but if you tell ** anyone else ** I’ll deny it!
My husband has * his stuff * and no one is supposed to touch HIS stuff, ever! Well… he likes pimento cheese sandwiches and when he’s not looking, I’ve eaten his pimento cheese out of the container using a celery stalk as my spoon. HA, now I not only feel better. He STILL doesn’t know!
I love salty food. I love it so much, I pour seasoned salt and garlic salt in my hand and start licking it up.
I drink milk straight from the carton.
I’ve never heard of Nutella.
I hate Maricale Whip.
Sometimes I make funny faces when I think nobody’s looking.
Ohh, and the sound effects…
Mishell That song is Larger Then Life and I too listen to the BSB… I have all their cds and most of their singles (the ones I could get my hands on in Canada at least)… I also had a floor seat to their concert when they came to my city. I also weep for the fact that Kevin and Brian are getting married.
SwimmingRiddles asked;
“Do I win yet?”
Well, no. I agree with Little Nemo. Shayna’s confession about what she does with a spoon is still the winner. So far.
I like Spam, the low sodium kind. Cooked with Rice-a-roni.
And topped with freshly grated Parmesano Reggiano.
And, I want Shayna’s spoon. :o
Peace,
mangeorge
All right. All right. I admit it after years of denial and hiding it, awful as my secret is:
I liked Howard the Duck.
Oh, the shame!