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So background story...
I'm allergic to hazelnuts....but I LOVED Nutella. I knew I was allergic even as a kid, but here's the thing...a cat from where I'm from was never exposed to Nutella, and my hazelnut allergies didn't mean anything to me back then because I'm not about to eat no hazelnuts.. But I never tasted Nutella until I was 16,17... First time I had it, it was on a sandwich that my mans made for me. I broke out in hives. Something slight.
But I was hooked on to the taste. I couldn't wait till I stopped swelling up so I can make a late night store run to get that fix and run back to the crib. That night, I knew I was going to be on a mission the next day. So planning things out, I sneak into my moms wallet and swipe her Costco membership card. Nothing malicious, but those who've been to costco know that they won't sell you NOTHING without a membership card.. Next morning, I decide to make a quick trip to Costco and I buy the biggest tub of Nutella I can find. Now this tub is huge, had to carry it with 2 hands. So in my head, I'm like "****, I can't carry this **** in my crib, my parents gonna look at me like I'm bugging", so I call up my mans (same one who introduces me to it) and tell him I'm about to come through to stash the tub and eat a little. I go to his house, as soon as I get in, I crack the lid, grab a wooden spoon and go to work. When I tell y'all I ate quarter of that jar..that's fax. After a couple spoons, I decided to use my hand, because the spoon wasn't giving me the right amount. So at this point, I'm tossing handfuls of Nutella in my mouth, and my hands and face are covered in it. I'm sitting on son's kitchen floor looking like chocolate boy in Hey Arnold...20 minutes later, my stomach starts acting up, I start sweating like an out of towner on a NYC subway train at 2AM. I run to the bathroom, before I can pull my pants all the way down, I sneeze and my intestines just let loose and I **** all over the toilet seat and floor. I'm ******** and throwing up all over the bathroom, Nutella still on my hands, leaving Nutella handprints on son's mirror, bathtub, toilet seat...everywhere. Of course everything is brown, so I can't even tell the vomit from the ****. When I got dressed that morning, I had on a white champion hoody..I walk out the bathroom in a what looked like a brown Miskeen hoody..pants looking like I just did a mud crawl.
Never even thought about buying Nutella again after that situation.
Anyways, I know you guys have some things that you love doing but is really damaging you. Whether it's unprotected sex, drugs, alcohol, driving without a seatbelt, listening to southern rap nonstop...talk about em and let's help each other
I'm allergic to hazelnuts....but I LOVED Nutella. I knew I was allergic even as a kid, but here's the thing...a cat from where I'm from was never exposed to Nutella, and my hazelnut allergies didn't mean anything to me back then because I'm not about to eat no hazelnuts.. But I never tasted Nutella until I was 16,17... First time I had it, it was on a sandwich that my mans made for me. I broke out in hives. Something slight.
But I was hooked on to the taste. I couldn't wait till I stopped swelling up so I can make a late night store run to get that fix and run back to the crib. That night, I knew I was going to be on a mission the next day. So planning things out, I sneak into my moms wallet and swipe her Costco membership card. Nothing malicious, but those who've been to costco know that they won't sell you NOTHING without a membership card.. Next morning, I decide to make a quick trip to Costco and I buy the biggest tub of Nutella I can find. Now this tub is huge, had to carry it with 2 hands. So in my head, I'm like "****, I can't carry this **** in my crib, my parents gonna look at me like I'm bugging", so I call up my mans (same one who introduces me to it) and tell him I'm about to come through to stash the tub and eat a little. I go to his house, as soon as I get in, I crack the lid, grab a wooden spoon and go to work. When I tell y'all I ate quarter of that jar..that's fax. After a couple spoons, I decided to use my hand, because the spoon wasn't giving me the right amount. So at this point, I'm tossing handfuls of Nutella in my mouth, and my hands and face are covered in it. I'm sitting on son's kitchen floor looking like chocolate boy in Hey Arnold...20 minutes later, my stomach starts acting up, I start sweating like an out of towner on a NYC subway train at 2AM. I run to the bathroom, before I can pull my pants all the way down, I sneeze and my intestines just let loose and I **** all over the toilet seat and floor. I'm ******** and throwing up all over the bathroom, Nutella still on my hands, leaving Nutella handprints on son's mirror, bathtub, toilet seat...everywhere. Of course everything is brown, so I can't even tell the vomit from the ****. When I got dressed that morning, I had on a white champion hoody..I walk out the bathroom in a what looked like a brown Miskeen hoody..pants looking like I just did a mud crawl.
Never even thought about buying Nutella again after that situation.
Anyways, I know you guys have some things that you love doing but is really damaging you. Whether it's unprotected sex, drugs, alcohol, driving without a seatbelt, listening to southern rap nonstop...talk about em and let's help each other
