Dear Reeses Peanut Butter Bunnies: Let Me Tell You How It Is

Dear Reeses Peanut Butter Bunnies:

Here's how it is.

I am your bitch. You own me. With your creamy faux peanut butter flavor and your extra sugar and your cute bunny shape. Damn you. I can't say no to you. You're like a hot Italian guy in a Vegas club with a bottle of Grey Goose after I've already had a few cocktails. I fall in submission. My will is gone. Just don't ask me to define us as "in a relationship."

love,
jocelyn