Then, they send you home with a weeks worth of leftovers. Then, as the Christmas seasons hits full swing, you go to at least two or three parties where they serve (you guessed it) more Mani-gotts.

By time Christmas day rolls around, you have had Mani-gotts out the ass and your are about to flip out. Right now, today. December 28th, I have about six pounds of mani-gotts sittin’ in my fridge. The thought of eating them makes me sick, and the thought of throwing them out makes me sick too — So they’ll sit there…..And sit there, until my wife finally throws a fit and forces me to toss them.

Like with anythng else, too much of a good thing is a bad thing. I love mani-gotts, that is until I hate them. And right now I hate them. And I won’t get past that hate until maybe next Thanksgiving. Although it is quite possible that I will eat them again this spring when Aunti Jen tries to force them on me over Easter dinner.

Happy New Year.