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That sounds like it would taste pretty good, but I just have no desire to stand in the blazing hot parking lot of a Costco with a group of strangers all furiously wolfing down a pound of chocolate pie each lol
Coward
It’s stated there you will have to be fast, so just be fast.
Maybe I’ll just bring a Tupperware so I can eat it at home like a human being
Excuse me, but it’s peanut butter chocolate pie.
I mean, this kinda sounds like it just needs an okay car stereo and a hot dog cart and it’s a party.
I actually freeze slices of those cakes. It lasts months
bro has never heard of refrigeration
But it’s 118°C outside. No one survives once they leave the store.
I think it’s 118 in “third world and America” degrees.
Maybe bro hasn’t heard of self control.
bro has never heard of a freezer
This seems like a parody of how Costcos in Mexico have a whole mob of customers come in at opening every day to fight over the pies & cakes, which all get immediately bought up, to be re-sold by individual slices at marked-up prices at local bakeries.
I bought one of these earlier this year. I still have a 1/4 of it left. Its rich and dense, eating more than a slice in one sitting will make you question how many calories you can eat in a day.
But now we’re questioning your health. Cakes can’t last more than a few days, especially with dairies
Are they still selling this? If so, I think I’ll need to make a Costco trip soon
Some Costcos have stopped (they rotate pie options throughout the year) but you might be able to find them still
That sounds like a nice way to lose your kidney.
You’re responsible for the fork,
kidney,and plate. I’ll bring the knife.
Just having critters to split things with would make so many things more tryable :-\
Be fat, be happy, die young. Enjoy that whole pie.
After more than 2 slices of that, I would not be happy anymore.
That’s why you eat it as 1 whole slice. LPT taps head
If you’re paying, you can eat a slice and throw the rest in the face of a gay hobo or something. No need for friends.
