Dear Triscuits - Cracked Pepper & Olive Oil Flavor:
I love you. I mean, I know it looks like I profess love to all sorts of foods, especially things burdened with meat, but they aren't here right now and you are. And even if they were here - perhaps if I were surrounded by a garden of hamburgers, Sbarro's double stacked pizza sandwiches, giant cookies, endless shrimp and ice cream cake - I'd pick you out over them all, defying the laws of common sense like Jake choosing Vienna or America voting for Bush twice. And I'd raise you high in the air and stick my tongue so far down inside your open box that there would be no denying my desire for you to be inside me. I've been eating you for 15 minutes now and I could eat you for 15 more. When it comes to you, I am never satiated, though your spice can often leave my tongue dry and my face sweaty.
Love always and forever,
GM