Before I get back to Richard Armitage and while I’m still on food, I’ve got to say something about this, and no, it’s not pronounced Nut-ella but New-tella. Yeah, it definitely makes people tella, and tella, and it just seems like they’re high on something. I think it’s a narcotic or maybe just enough chocolate to make it subject to being a controlled substance. Something’s going on. What else to explain the behavior of those who unabashedly consume it and become rabid pushers of it. I did have the thought that this might be RA in food form. These people bear a striking resemblance to some of us. :D
She is one of countless people who gorge themselves on Nutella:
And they don’t just eat it alone. How about some cat hair with your Nutella:
And the cooks are all over it. A little cleavage with your Nutella (this one’s for the guys who read my foolishness):
A Twitter buddy who heightened my awareness of this stuff is to thank for this post:
Life’s Tough . . . Get a Helmet!—
NUTTY! (@NutellaV) February 05, 2012
Or a jar of Nutella, and speaking of which, my friend and others are not satisfied with reveling in the goodness of this stuff. They’re going for world domination. And you thought it was just Super Bowl Sunday. :D
I’m holding out though. Still haven’t tried Nutella. I may do it later today when everyone has their heads in the tv. That way I won’t be self-conscious if I suddenly down a jar.
edit: you’re going to love this.