There, I said it. I'm an addict. My name's Amy and I'm addicted to muesli.
The nuts, the oats, the wholegrains, the berries that make the milk go as red as a schoolboy caught with his first dirty magazine. I even like saying it. Muesli. Muuuuesli. Muuuuesliiiiiii.
I guess there are worse things to enjoy of an evening but a love of muesli comes with one fairly smelly drawback. The flatus. 'Nuff said.
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