Satan’s Most Diabolical Trio

Snap. Crackle. Pop. Seemingly innocent but these bastards are evil in the purest form. They may look all little and elf-like, but the malevolence emoting from their cute little heights is as boundless as the ocean.

Other than Ed Norton looking all hot and shirtless, what could be more tempting on a cold Saturday afternoon after decorating the tree and halls, than watching Forrest Gump and eating a few homemade Rice Krispy Treats?

I got all the ingredients, made a pan of these tantalizing goodies and then laid on the couch under the lights of the Christmas Tree to watch my movie. Forty-five minutes later I find myself reaching into an empty pan. Basically, in a nutshell, I devoured 5 ½ cups of cereal, 1 bottle of Marshmallow Fluff and ½ stick of butter, and my God, I just wanted more more more! I swear, my mind was working like the Tell Tale Heart. I couldn’t think of anything else. The only thing I could do was take a nap and then I had nightmares about their friends at the Keebler Bakery Treehouse.

I had to blame something. For a moment, I was actually wishing somebody would knock me up so these PMS symptoms would subside for a few months. But then I would have to deal with all the puking and crying and then the pain of birth and then be tied down for 25+ years and I just decided to go and make another pan. I WAS STRESSED DAMMIT!