nothing brings me more joy in life than oreos. oreos have been with me my entire life unlike my EX wife who left me for some billionaire elon must or whatever his name is. crunchy and flavoursome, i cant resist having 20 a day. however, this has unfortunetly resulted me in looking like what my son describes ' as round as an oreo '. but alas, i cannot stop. i spend money in the hundreds every week on oreos, because a hundred has two 0s just like the word oreo. i have oreo themed bedsheets. i have oreo pyjamas. i have oreo shirts and oreo keychains. i have a custom made squishmallow that looks like an oreo. i named my child oreo. i sold my soul to the beautiful brand that is called oreo. my freezer is filled with oreo ice cream sandwhiches and nothing else. my hair is dyed black and white to resemble an oreo. i have a beard in a circular shape in the hopes it looks like an oreo. i have oreo earrings. i have every inch of my body covered in tattoos of oreos including my tongue. my glasses are tinted but instead of being one solid colour, it is an image of an oreo. my house is swimming in empty packets of oreos as i refuse to throw away their excellence. i have a costume of an oreo brought on amazon and i go to work in it everyday. i have bracelets with little oreo charms on it.