you can't spell cruseli without crack

cruseli. it's the greatest! when you're high, cruseli is the ultimate fix. it just gets you. i swear that cruseli is addictive, it's like museli with crack. little crack clusters floating in your bowl of milk. today's late night hang out session turned into a good 10 mins of profound insight into the cruseli obsession. chris came up with most of the 'findings', of course, they were all sexual (a side effect of his impending lose of this bet him and his roommate, richie, has. by the end of the month, which is in about a week's time, the one who hasn't got laid would have to make a trip down to the red light district). so of course chris is all crazy, his hormones raging inside him, and this bet has made it worse, so now every girl is a potential. but anyways, back to the cruseli. so there were many jokes. chris: you'd just get a bowl of cruseli right with a spoon, give it to a prostitute, pay her 50 euros to eat it, then sit in one corner and jerk off! hell, bring a box of cruseli, dump it on her then arghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh lick that shit off! that was the funniest thing i've ever heard, of course i was flying high in the sky, and everything was funny. remi snapping his fingers at me just triggered me off, it was like on cue. really, it's an amazing feeling to feel so happy.