Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:
Anonymous wrote:I’m addicted to Oreo cakesters. I don’t even like Oreos. It’s like I can taste the cakiness and all the chemicals that I know are causing the addiction, but I like them. I don’t live in DCUM land, but I do live in the SF Bay Area. I’m practically a pariah because of my addiction to cakesters amongst the healthy eaters. There was a naked homeless guy yelling outside the office the other day and I said that I bet he’d chill and be happy if I gave him some cakesters. Everyone was like, I can’t believe you’re joking about his plight or your addiction. True story-hand on the Bible level truth-he took a dump on the sidewalk 10 minutes later. I was like, “see? He had tummy troubles. Cakesters might have helped him go with less discomfort.” I said that because they’ve changed my digestive system. My tummy makes noises it didn’t before. I’m pretty sure we’re using more toilet paper in our house and I’m pretty sure the reason is me. And cakesters. And I’m pretty sure DCUM won’t approve of any of that lifestyle choice.
I’ve bought all of them at every Safeway, Target, and Walgreens (the only stores I’ve seen them in locally). I did a Target delivery order at work the other day and I was beside myself when I saw they had cakesters available. The shopper called to say they were out of stock and to see if I wanted them to substitute anything else. I said no thanks because regular Oreos are a different texture and he said he totally understood and lamented how hard it is to find cakesters. At first I was happy to find a kindred spirit, then I felt really irritated because he’s been eating my cakesters! I ordered all the ones I could find for under $7/box on Amazon. I’ve had to resort to having to order them from target online.
Otherwise I’m a healthy eater. Normal weight, no excesses. I eat at nice restaurants. I do hello fresh and eat salads and all that BS. Cakesters though. They’re like heroin.
For once DCUM has left me speechless.
Cakesters lady here. First, you’re welcome. I enjoy being part of new experiences for people, so that was great for me too. Second, I’m really curious which part of the bolded got you there. Was it that there was a naked guy yelling who then pooped on the sidewalk, that my coworkers thought I was nutty for making jokes, or that I was speculating on the effects of my favorite treat on naked homeless dude?
Last weekend my stomach was making some scary noises but I had run out of cakesters and was detoxing. DH commented on the noise and I said I thought it was a withdrawal symptom. He said A) that’s not true and B) whether that’s true or not, I definitely have a cakester problem.
To the PP who said they’re off to buy cakesters now, don’t do it! I’m not even sure they taste good anymore. But if you do buy some, grab some quilted northern triple ply while you’re there. You’ll thank me later.