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I just smelled something out of the kitchen at work that smelled like captian crunch crunch berry brand cereal. (not that knock off crunch barry crap that didn't even have a box to read while you ate it...no no the real captain crunch crunch berry cereal)....

Wow that took me back. I remember reading (on the box) that it was part of this complete breakfast which included... milk, OJ, toast, and Bacon... which food group is a crunch berry? I mean they aren't even berries. They are piece of cereal with enough sugar to satisfy even... well me... (Probly not my friend Chris who puts sugar on frosted flakes), but me. Enough artificial color to send a friend of mine's kid through the roof. (I'm not kidding she's really alergic to food coloring you should have seen this then 7 year old after eating like one marshmallow that had blue #2 in it.)

The crunch berry smell brought back all the foods I either can't eat; won't eat; or Tammy won't let me eat. Foods from my childhood. Doritos, Chef Boy Are DEE (tm) anything. My favorites included roller coasters, ravioli. It never occured to my parents that this was pasta? I hated spagetti as a child. I would eat the meat sauce like it was chilli, but keep those fucking noodles off of my plate. However if you put it in a can then it's fucking good and I'll eat it... I can't eat it now... why?

I'll give you a clue... same reason I can't eat doritos...

People who know me know... do you know me?

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