So if you’ve been following my feverish tweets on the peanut butter cravings that always seem to constantly seize me good, you’d probably know that DIY Reese’s PB cups would send me into a dizzying ecstasy of sorts. Very comparable to the sort of happiness that, you know, has you pooping rainbows and unicorns from your behind.
Okay, my point is. I will make my own PB cups once I’m done with this schizo disso. 12,000 words, Imma OWN you. If only for the sake of stuffing my mouth legitimately with a sick amount of chocolate and peanut buttttaaaahhhh.