Sharing is caring 

I’ve never shared a ‘sharing’ bag of crisps and I never will. This probably explains why my double bed is feeling increasingly tight each night I get into it. I guess I’ll just have to buy a bigger bed tbh because there is no way I’m cutting crisps out. I will always be a greasy crisp fiend. I hate the word fiend. Fuck. This post is weak. 

There was a time in my life that I tried to give up crisps. I lasted about a week max before I ended up going to Lidl and buying 6 family bags and devouring them while watching impractical jokers. 

I’m not really that ashamed to admit that last night I had crisps for dinner. It was absolutely fantastic. I devoured 600g of crisps and nobody was there to steal any of them. Not having to share food is one of the many perks of living alone. 

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