Man, oh man… I hate me some grape jelly. I think it is by far the worst of all the jellies/jams (strawberry being the best, obviously).
This doesn’t stop me from putting fresh grapes on my peanut butter toast, though. Oh no, it does not.
This also didn’t stop me from eating my body weight in this bad boy as a child:
Speaking of 1992… I just heard a fellow university student announce her birth date: January 31… 1992.
NINETEEN NINETY TWO??
When observing my campus population, one of these things is not like the others… that thing is me.