i have a horrible addiction that i am deeply ashamed of. if i were catholic, i would tell the priest in confession. i'll tell you, but you have to promise not to mock me. ok. ready?
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it's these. cheese and garlic croutons. holy mother. msg isn't on the list of ingredients, but something in that bag makes me wanna mow through these like a cow with cud. a horse with oats. some other farm animal with some other farm animal food. stop laughing and shut up, i'm serious. i have a serious problem with these. and then they went on sale. i'll need a fat scooter soon if i keep up at the pace i'm going. if msg isn't in here, i figure one of these other ingredients must have some addictive property. i need help, but i haven't found a "croutons anonymous" support group yet... if i don't manage to quit, i'm pretty certain of my fate.
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