One of my weaknesses is rushing to order items that sound interesting when I read strangers gushing about them on the web. Close friends rave about things and I say sure, whatever. But strangers? I bite every time.
And so it was that I ordered a sampler box of Larabars based on the longish thread here on these all-natural energy bars. Apple pie, cherry pie, and pecan pie.
Then I ordered another couple of boxes of the cherry and apple pie, and also a box of the cocoa mole, and then another box of the cocoa mole.
So what I am asking you people to do here is tell me your stories of how Larabars gave you a fat ass, or love handles like Louie Anderson's, or a big dewlappy double chin. Seriously, I need to read some Larabar hate, NOW, or else I'm going to keep eating 5 of these @#$ things a day until they have to cut away a wall of my house to get me out.
Enough with the "ooooo, the lemon bar is to die for!" and "pistachio changed my life!" -- give me the cautionary tales, and give them to me full force, people. Please. I beg you.
And so it was that I ordered a sampler box of Larabars based on the longish thread here on these all-natural energy bars. Apple pie, cherry pie, and pecan pie.
Then I ordered another couple of boxes of the cherry and apple pie, and also a box of the cocoa mole, and then another box of the cocoa mole.
So what I am asking you people to do here is tell me your stories of how Larabars gave you a fat ass, or love handles like Louie Anderson's, or a big dewlappy double chin. Seriously, I need to read some Larabar hate, NOW, or else I'm going to keep eating 5 of these @#$ things a day until they have to cut away a wall of my house to get me out.
Enough with the "ooooo, the lemon bar is to die for!" and "pistachio changed my life!" -- give me the cautionary tales, and give them to me full force, people. Please. I beg you.
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