Little Debbie Lasagna Because Diabetes Is Chill

Little Debbie Lasagna – The Snack That Bites Back (or something)

The nice thing about diabetes is it does not discriminate. Black? White? Muppet? Diabetes doesn’t give three fucks who you are or where you came from. I love diabetes. I don’t have it or anything, i just love it. I’d snort a Hollywood of sugar with Wilford Brimley while we inject each other with insulin given the opportunity. But since I don’t see that happening anytime soon, a Little Debbie Lasagna is my next best option.



The nice thing about a Little Debbie Lasagna is you can layer the fuck out of it however you want. Honey Buns, Chocolate Cupcakes, Star Crunch – the list goes on. The most important part of a Little Debbie Lasagna is that you call is a lasagna. I mean, it’s basically a cake, but whenever I’m given the opportunity to spray-shit all over some sort of Italian cooking I get my fuckin’ spray-on.

My Little Debbie Lasagna was an all out foot losing fuck fest. Oatmeal Creme Pie (which are actually trash, don’t fucking @ me) Nutty Buddies, Swiss Rolls, Zebra Cakes (also trash) Cosmic Brownies, and some of those-them-there Creme Cunt Cakes. Basically you’re just going to chop up them delicious snacks and layer them in a pan with Cool Whip.

 

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