whatever - if it's given as a gift, that shit is yoooouuuursssss

Cinnabon stopped using individual ingredients in the baking process long ago. You used to be able to see the cinnamon, melted butter and sugar. Now it is a pre-processed liquid concoction that vaguely tastes of cinnamon, corn syrup and vegetable oil. It really is too bad, because it used to be worth the billions of…

I don't even know what a cinnabon is, but now I want one. Damn you Americans with your cronuts and pumpkin spiced goods.

Ok ok - but did you keep the boy, the ring and the puppy? Tell me you at least kept the ring. A lady should always keep the ring :)

Oh, man. When I was a poor college student and had to live on my measly $30/week food allowance (for food outside the school meal plan), the biggest treat for me and my roommate was to go to the mall and get us a Cinnabon. I long for those blissfully ignorant days where I had no idea how many calories each contained.…

I feel like that might not be about the bun.

I'm genuinely curious... at what point does eating a bowl of ketchup seem like a wise or appetizing idea?

I'd much rather have a company be "Hey, we're delicious and also terrible for you." than all the other companies out there pretending their food is healthy.

Is it just me or has Cinnabon changed their recipe for the worse in the past 10-ish years? I remember eating it as a kid and it was so deliciously bad for you- now it's just kinda...bad. "The goo" tastes more like cinnamon-flavored spit than the syrupy lava-concoction I used to enjoy so much. Or maybe I'm just an…

We do, but they are regarded with suspicion, and if you admit to taking part, you will find yourself with fewer friends.

Man... these people are brave. I can't even start to imagine doing yoga naked. I already feel super exposed in downward facing dog with my pants on!

It's like saying she'll learn to read 300 road maps or try every kind of cereal in the grocery aisle. Why are you proving this and who are you proving it to and why dear sweet God is your life this sad?

"I will prove to him and the rest of the world I can make the 300 sandwiches."

I read through part of her blog. He still sounds like a spoiled brat who I wouldn't wish on my worst enemy. But if she's happy...eh, I just won't go to her corner of the internet, you know?

Neither she nor you has apparently ever been treated to the standard anti-feminist Internet insult from boy-trolls: "Make me a sandwich."

I'm seeing two possibilities here:

Asking her *every day* to make him a sandwich 15 minutes after she gets up makes him an asshole.

I will prove to him and the rest of the world I can make the 300 sandwiches.

Her premise is revolting. That her husband cooks changes nothing about the fact that her blog is about making enough sandwiches to "earn" an engagement ring.

A loaf of wonder bread contains 20 slices of bread. You can get them for about $2.00 a loaf. That means that you're $60.00 and some peanut butter away from a big FUCK YOU ASSHOLE avalanche of 300 peanut butter sandwiches the next time some helpless, simpering man-child asks you how many fucking minutes you've been up.