

Chocolate, plain - they’re addictive as fuck; I can probably get through a packet within a day if they’re left alone with me. I practically inhale them.
I won’t notice I’ve eaten them all until I reach for another and realise they’ve all disappeared.
Then I start looking around going “Okay, who the fuck ate all my biscuits? Bastards.”
I don’t care; I still fucking love them.

I’m thinking about doing the ‘100 Facts’ challenge- just cause I’ve got nothing better to do.
