Goodbye, my love.
Dear Oreos.
I don’t know how to say this in a way that won’t cause pain, but I am leaving you. I am so sorry it has come to this.
It is not you, it is me. Its just that I cant stand the thinness cult. I have discovered a high dollar French thingy that has lots of chocolate in a hard chocolate pastry that just begs me to dip her in milk and eat her.
I wish you all the best, and hope that someday you will forgive me. Maybe we can have coffee some time and laugh over this.
Rusty
Rusty's Armory 