woah dough

i have discovered that there is such thing as too many pretzels. lets say you're sitting on the couch watching your favorite movie, hopefully the mask of zorro. anyway, you sit down, whip out your zorro mask to make the most of the movie, and then you pull out the bag of pretzels. now with the bag of pretzels, the drink is obviously there. it can be any kind of drink.

so you have pretzels. correct? and you have a drink, right? okay, good. now dig in. the first, second, and third pretzels have a distinct taste. even if it's an old bag (old as in it was opened a day or so before but was closed the correct way. not as in it was open for small rodents to hop in or whatever), they have a sort of fresh taste.

then after that, they lose all originality. every pretzel tastes exactly the same. the salt build up closer to the bottom of the bag slowley becomes unbearable. the drink helps about zero percent. take a sip, eat pretzel, take a sip, eat pretzel. but none of this matters. we eat pretzels all the time anyway. i know i do. i love pretzels.

i need pretzels to live.