Comments on: If you don’t love the Snow Puffs, I’ll shave my head and post questionable photos. (And that is not a promise!)

By: Emom

Emom — Tue, 10 Feb 2009 21:22:34 +0000

FUDGE BROWNIE!!!!
Saved my sanity, what little there was, or is…
when I found myself in the depths of divorce.
(having found my husband in bed with a woman I had been friends with for 10 years)
Thank you Little Debbie!

By: Sonya Sparks

Sonya Sparks — Sat, 24 Jan 2009 02:07:06 +0000

I don’t have a great Little Debbie story, but I DO love Little Debbies. I absolutely love Zebra Cakes, I put mine in the freezer and eat them. Nobody looks for them in the freezer, so they stay hidden from other family members :)

By: Bernadette

Bernadette — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 21:21:45 +0000

Eighth grade was reasonably quiet, but SIXTH grade I had the ISSUE on my chair at school, and I ate a box of Little Debbie Jelly Rolls every 3 days….

By: ali

ali — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 18:40:03 +0000

worst day of eighth grade? super easy…when i was walking down the hall and this boy called me “elephant legs”

yeesh.

By: flatflo

flatflo — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 18:15:44 +0000

I think for all the good press Li’l Debbie is getting here, they could supply more than 3 packs of goodies!

By: Carron

Carron — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 13:33:51 +0000

I think I have blocked 8th grade from my memory. Although I do have one tramatic story that I have not been able to purge. I was at a pool party for 4th of july. I had decided to get out of my swimsuit as it was wet and uncomfortable so I head off to the bathroom and not realizing anyone else was in there I fling open the door to my friend’s dad peeing. And you know when something is so shocking you can’t move, well that was me. I probally stood there for a full minute. I am sure it wasn’t that long but it felt like it was much longer. To this day I can not look at my friend’s father in the eye. It has been over 15 years.

By: brokemom

brokemom — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 04:52:13 +0000

My whole eighth grade YEAR was horrible. I didn’t know what name brands were. I thought that if my shirt had “No Fear” or “Mossimo” printed on it, then it was the real deal. (Even though they came from the Bargain Store). Needless to say, my tags were checked and I was an outcast. I am going to go sit in my closet now and eat some Li’l Debbies now, k?

By: Rachel

Rachel — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 04:21:09 +0000

I self-medicated with Nutty Bars until junior year when I started smoking. Debbie is a gateway drug.

I think I must have repressed most of my 8th grade memories. I remember it being horrible, but the best I can remember is a mash up between first date drama, period angst and wardrobe malfunctions.

By: patois

patois — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 03:32:46 +0000

Same kind of situation as you, only totally worse for a lot of reasons. One, it was me (not you). Two, I’m older than you which means I was using a pad that one had to attach to a little belt because no one had thought of using adhesive on bags. Three, I didn’t realize I’d bled through until I stood up and saw blood on the chair.

Shouldn’t my mortification force you to hand over the Little Debbies? I’m not saying I should get all three sets, but for sure I should get one.

By: Janna

Janna — Fri, 23 Jan 2009 03:23:09 +0000

All my little Debbie memories are actually my friends memories. She was obsessed with sweets because her Mom didn’t allow them in her house, and so in middle school, when we got to buy whatever we wanted in the cafeteria for lunch she would buy 3 or 4 of those swiss cake rolls and methodically unroll and eat them. Hmm.. maybe our cafeteria should have put a limit on how many little debbie snacks you could purchase at once….