Power Bars are Nasty....

So, Tuesdays @ 3pm are staff meeting time right here at the CH. It was my turn to provide snacks for our staff meeting, so I skipped right on over to the drug store across the street and grabbed some gummi worms and generic raisinets (look...I had to borrow lunch money from my Mom today...don't judge me and my chocolate covered raisin candy in the clear plastic bag). Anyway...I've been working out like a life-long resident of Stillwater State Penitentiary, and I have been playing softball and volleyball every week. Hell, I played seven games of softball this weekend. So, a biyatch is gettin' in real good shape.

So, I'm at the store wondering how such a little piece of White Bear Lake Trailer Park Heaven could have made it onto Nicollet Mall in downtown Minneapolis, and I decide that I am going to get a powerbar instead of joining my co-workers in munching on our plasticized worm friends and the rabbit turd-look alikes. The powerbar said "chocolate" flavor on the package. I should have known that actually meant, "dookie dipped in sawdust and rolled in ground nuts flavor." This shit is terrible.

We all have to make sacrifices, and if I want to to be TitanMen porn hot by August...I am going to have to eat my chocolate flavored sawdust dookie. But I don't have to like it.