This might be a weird post but I need to get something off
my chest, it’s a serious issue and I do not want to be laughed at nor do I want
to be judged but erm.... I’m addicted to foam shrimps and bananas.
I don’t know what happened to me I’m ashamed that I’ve let
it go this far.
So the story begins when I, my father and older male sibling
went to Alton Towers. I was waiting in line for Rita when suddenly a woman
pulled out of her large backpack a bag of shrimps and bananas my eyes were
drawn to them immediately baring in mind at this point I was so hungry I was
secretly praying that she would offer me one. She didn’t.
From that moment onwards I couldn’t get them off my mind I
needed some, I had completely forgotten that they even existed, but from this
moment I knew I needed to taste the pink and yellow foam. (That sounded absolutely
disgusting it was with all good intentions)
Suddenly only a few days later I found myself in Poundland buying
a bag, I didn’t know what they were going to taste like but as soon as I bit
one I knew I had made the correct decision.
Since the moment I saw that slightly larger than average
woman eating the foam sweets that I was sure I didn’t like I can’t stop eating
them. It’s hit all new extremes I chose a packet of pink foam shrimps over
chocolate and Percy Pigs yesterday. What has become of me?
I need help.
Is there therapy for this sort of thing? If so I think need
it.
Yours truly,
Pink shrimp enthusiast
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