I eat their candy.
The candy needs to be gone now.
Halloween is over.
I feel bad throwing candy in the garbage so instead I eat it.
Heath bars are my favorite.
The End.
I eat their candy.
The candy needs to be gone now.
Halloween is over.
I feel bad throwing candy in the garbage so instead I eat it.
Heath bars are my favorite.
The End.
Good strategy. Lying awake for hours until your sugar crash will give you more time to plot out tomorrow’s blog post. I say this with butterfinger breath.
Butterfingers are a close #2.
Also I’m going to blame the Heath bar hangover for my failure to post something yesterday.
That was a Haiku, right?
Heath bars are mine too.
The clear superiority of a Heath bar is unfair to every other type of candy.
Mmmmm. Candy.