We’ve all been there. We go out on a weeknight to celebrate, telling ourselves we will not go hard then…
CUT TO 3am.
The next day we try and act 100% when really our insides are screaming for something greasy while punching us for putting them through this selfish distress.
Throughout the day fighting the NAP ONLY function our brain is set on, we somehow power through.
BUT NOT WITHOUT THIS SMOOTHIE.
So skip the donut line (save that for a Saturday), avoid the guilt of eating like a hung over POS, and make this blender magic.
Oh and before I go, a quick joke:
How come the witch can’t get pregnant?
Her husband has a hallo-weeny!