My box of scrumptious Flavacol arrived the other day and it's every bit of movie theatre goodness I had hoped it would be. We ate it for three nights in a row and then our bodies exploded in a mass of vomit and other unspeakable disgustingness.
Was it the Flavacol or was it bad shrimp?
I'll let you tomorrow. We've returned to the evening Flavacol ritual, and tonight will be the second "third night." So far, so good.
And it
Really.
Is.
Good.
::::dies of Flavacol deliciousness::::