Late night alcohol-induced munchies can turn even the most pious among us into thieving, criminal scoundrels. Two summers ago I stole a pan of brownies at the tail end of a Pabst Blue Ribbon-fueled evening at the New York City Friar’s Club. Fortunately for me, it wasn’t laced with anything particularly untoward (read: raisins). Although I don’t wear this incident as a badge of honour, should the same set of circumstances present itself, I’d feel obliged to repeat my actions. Simply put, I sailed into a perfect storm of deliciousness.
As such, it would be hypocritical of me to pass judgment on the potato chip-seeking young bandits in this video. We are connected by a bond stronger than community, family, or even love: the Sirens’ call of refined carbohydrates.
