The thing about nutella
is that it’s perfect. Absolute. Complete. Faultless. Sublime. Superb.
Nutella is my life
support in a distinctly transparent glass container labelled in bold,
cherry-red letters. However destitute I may become, I plan on always having a
jar of glorious nutella at hand. After an especially trying day, a heaping
spoon of the creamy brown paste erases all frustration at first contact with
the lips. A burst of delicate sweetness entwined with majestically rich flavour
melts lovingly away, leaving blessed peace and contentment. A soothing tenderness
rushes through my veins and envelops me as easily as the most appeasing blanket.
A luscious satisfaction settles over the room and all earlier dis-heartedness and
indignation are forgotten.
Nutella, as I perceive
it, is the cure to everything from a broken heart to a bad cold. So next time
bleakness and exasperation take over, run down to the nearest corner store and
purchase your own life-support for only $5.99!

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