I'm not embarrassed to admit that I'm a chubby boy, but it seems like my grandma is also aware of this, since she insists on bringing me diet food. The vanilla in the Coke helps it not taste so much like poison, but diet peanut butter is something to which no one should ever be subject. I think it's just a better-disguised version of when Russ makes you eat a sugar packet full of salt.
It's hard for me to know if Grandma does this because she wants me to stop being such a fat lard, because in addition to the diet food, she also brought me this pile of candy (and a large portion of the accumulated popcorn in our apartment has built up from her visits):
Maybe she's just trying to balance me out so that I'll maintain my current level of obesity, never changing in one direction or the other.
7 comments:
Grandmas rock.
who knew there was such thing as diet peanut butter?
Remember that time we raced your grandparents home and we were at Border's and they were at the Provo Library and we beat them home? I think thats my favorite Bryant's grandparents story.
You are just using the wrong type of diet peanut butter. I swear by the fact that reduced fat skippy is far better than any regular peanut butter. We did a taste test one time and it definitely won in my book. Besides a brick of cheese, it might be the first thing I eat when I get home.
Well I swear by the fact that reduced fat is sick and it can't possibly taste better than regular anything, or what would be the point of even having regular anything?
And my grandparents got lost again this time and ended up at April and Marissa's. April had to walk them over to my apartment to get rid of them so that my grandpa would stop flirting with her.
Were they visiting recently? Because I saw some old people going up the stairs the other day and they were very friendly. Who knew they were your grandparents!?
Remember that time I almost punched Ronnie's grandma in the mouth?
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