As a young boy my pappy would serve me a bowl or two (or three) of Breyers every night. Ever since, I’ve been hooked. I hope they do a Guinness Book of World Record for eating most Breyers soon because, boy, I think I might hold it!
A tale of love and heartbreak. Me, a few boxes of shrimpies, and the love of my life.
By the end of night, wifey said she loved me. Type of meal to impress the ladies for sure.
Good pepperonis. Didn’t make me look fat in my nanosuit. My new girlfriend likey. Some good, soggy cardboard right here!
Fancy sounding name. Cooks pretty fast. Doesn’t taste homemade, but close to it. Disagreed with cousin Nell’s stomach.
Soggy, rubbery sandwich that leaves your insides feeling a little clogged. Still, there’s something weirdly addicting about these. Very easy to make.