Tall no-foam latte with six Splendas (artificial sweetness, something I'm all too familiar with). If it turns out sucralose really does kill you, I'll be the first one to go.
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6 comments:
Six Splenda's in a tall??!!?!! Dude, you have a SERIOUS sweet-tooth.
My hubby would be there to keep you company. He is the Splenda king. He managed to obtain a tub of pure, uncut sucralose a few years back. It is so potent, he just has to dab the end of a spoon into it to sweeten his oatmeal every morning. This small container will surely outlive us and will be passed on to our survivors.
I'd offer to send you some, but I'm sure customs would think it was coke or anthrax.
Between all the diet soda I drink and the four Splenda packets I put in my coffee, I'll be up tumor creek with you when that day comes.
For your birthday I'll send you some illicit Sugar Twin with cyclamates from Canada.
Lay off the Splenda, or I'll show up at Starbucks with my Imac. Seriously, just get over it and put a real sugar in there.
Not only will that weird chemical sucralose -- it even sounds deadly -- give you a neck goiter the size of a grapefruit, but artificial sweeteners are also associated with obesity. And you're only adding that much sweetener because Starbucks' coffee sucks ass. And not in a good, make-my-nipples-hard kind of way, but in a I-wish-he'd-stop-doing-that-coz-I-have-to-fart kind of way.
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