the Cringle Incident

GLUTTONY:
There are people asking me about The Cringle Incident. Instead of saying it over and over again, I will just retell it here in my blog. This is actually one of the stories I posted in my Summation for 2006--but don't bother rummaging through my blogs. It's here anyway..
It was my first time to be in Sucat, Parañaque. Mitch and I came there to visit her boyfriend (her boyfriend that time). And it was not too long 'til we get to go to his house. We were treated nicely as guests. We met his parents and his two little brothers who were playful.
"I'm really hungry," I said while sitting on a chair beside Mitch in the living room. The food had just arrived.
Cringles.
It's just the best part about visiting: The Chance to eat!!! Along with it was a bottle of soda. Mitch took one. Having no embarassment, I took two. I took a bite and felt its warmth as though I were eating some piece of earth. The taste... something's wrong. I looked at Mitch. Her face had a question mark as she chewed. As if reading her thoughts, I knew she felt the same way as I did.
Shit. It's not a fucking crinkle.
It's just a plain chocolate bread.
But the white stuffs on it...? I looked at it closely. I was about to faint. I knew I was going to die.
Mitch and I will.
I put the other bread into my pocket. I knew I had to. It was embarrassing though to vomit in front of the owners of the house. So I swallowed.
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Ever tasted white mold before??
We have...