Gut Gott in Himmel.

I just stuffed my face with a handful of peanut butter oreos. I had not had them before. Which is painful for me in hindsight, because I cannot now understand how I got through these last 27 years of life without them. They are like the beautiful love child of a sweet night of passion between an oreo and a nutter butter. Go get some right now.

I wanted to paste a giant image of a delicious peanut butter oreo here just to emphasize my point, but I couldn't find a decent, large-sized one. So I guess I'll have to make do with this blurry injustice. Hmph.