Damned fools managed to addict me to Marmite while I was in Africa, and now I’m jonesing for it like nobody’s business. And you just don’t go to Jewel and buy it, either. Sonsabitches. Have to go deal with the fucking hippies at Whole Foods.

Update: Ahhhh. Marmite.

I had to hold my breath the whole time, bathing and covering themself in yuppie stink did zero to help the hippies, it just makes them more revolting.

But I now have a tiny jarful of loverly, bitter nasty protein saltiness. Yum!