After enjoying an Oreo (or fauxreo), I turn all OCD, checking my face for stray Oreo smears. I’m worried that for the remainder of the day, I’ll have a dark ring around my lips or a face decorated with other chocolate cookie remnants. It’s sad and almost necessitates eating Oreos only in the men’s room in front of the sink. Almost.
And don’t even get me started on the cookies that get caught in one’s teeth…
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