Come on. Like you didn't see this thread coming.
It has to be Cinnamon Toast Crunch. Has to. I devoured a box of that little, cinnamon covered graham cracker goodness yesterday and am anxiously awaiting killing another box (or two...) this evening.
Cinnamon Toast Crack. That stuff never lasts a day in my house.
If I'm watching the tube at night and there happens to be a box of CT Crack in the cupboard, I grab that box the minute the wife goes to bed. Later I find myself with an empty box, staring at a late night rerun of Sports center, wondering where the last 3 hours of my life went.
Then I pull the inner bag from the box. There's gotta be close to a pound of sugar, cinnamon, and cereal residue at the bottom of every bag. This is the most potent...and dangerous... form of Cinnamon Toast Crack. I pour the crack directly into my mouth. The sh1t is running down my cheeks, down my shirt, onto the floor, into the cracks between the sofa cushions.
I don't care. I'm wild eyed and wired.
This is friggin' disgusting. I start to clean. Everything. I vacuum the floors. I dust. I move on to the kitchen. I rearrange the cupboards, I pull the knobs off the stove and wash them. I clean out the fridge.
My wife comes down; complains that the vacuum cleaner and garbage disposal have woken her up. "SHUT THE F**K UP AND GO BACK TO BED...CAN'T YOU SEE I'M BUSY!!!" I shout.
She sees the crazed look in my eyes, spies the empty Crack box in the trash, and softly begins to cry "Oh no, not again....."
Then it's on to my son's room. It's a friggin' mess. "GODDAMN IT GET UP AND CLEAN THIS MESS UP RIGHT NOW!!!"
He opens his eyes and looks at his alarm clock. "Uhhh, Dad, it's 4 AM"
Please, please, please... just keep that stuff away from me.