Giant chocolate bar!

I've been told that I take things too far sometimes when it comes to food. That certain combos of flavors and ingredients shouldn't be mixed. Well, it should be obvious by now that there is virtually no standard for most of the people in my suite with regards to what we eat. If there wasn't enough proof of this already... yes, that is a triple decker sandwich made with peanut butter, frosting, and Nutella. It came about because we had left over frosting from a cake we made the night before (finished off in a single night between Chris, Daven, and myself, if I remember correctly), because Wayne graciously bought a jar of Nutella (gone within 2 days I might add), and well... peanut butter goes well on everything (if you say otherwise, we're probably not friends... and I hate you).


As if that weren't enough proof. That's a 5 pound bar of Hershey's chocolate. Courtesy of Chris. The rate at which it disappeared was incredible too. I think we got to the R within 2 or 3 days of opening it. Keep in mind that only 3 of us have been eating it on a daily basis. To answer the questions that you're probably asking, no I don't have a death wish, and I feel fine.