Yogurt. Delicious, enticing, divine yogurt. If only everything in life were as pleasing as you. Men? No. I mean, do they come in 78+ aw-inspiring flavors, ranging from Red Velvet, to Pistacchio, to Banana Cream Pie? Do they come with 36+ incredibly fattening but oh so inviting toppings? No.
Yogurt is the easiest decision I have to make in the day. You are a fluffy bed of semi-guilt free love. My blanket of comfort during finals. I had two whole servings of you today and I would got get a third if I weren't so embarrassed to make the third trip into the Yogurtland. The second time in I had to lie and say I was getting you for my roommate. The guy gave me the look. The look that says "I know you are getting it for yourself, so I am just going to give you the raised eyebrow of suspicion and laugh at you with my co-workers once your jiggly butt walks out the door." Sexy yogurt interlude:
Back. Where was I? Weird looks from the Yogurt man? Yes. He may give me weird looks, but I got the Yogurt in the end, Mr. Yogurt Man. You may have an unlimited supply, but I have an unlimited love. Too much? Never. So, until tomorrow, I'll be dreaming about you Madagascar Vanilla.
Finals = Extra Ass Cheek.
ReplyDeleteYummy. I think I found our once a week tradition - go to YogurtLand :)
ReplyDeleteI find this post quite funny. No doubt, you absolutely love yogurt. Don’t mind the weird look that you get from the yogurt man every time you go there to buy your favorite yogurt. I’m certain he, too, loves the fact that you go back to his shop for more yogurt. ^_^
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