After working a redonkulously long number of hours exercising my fingers and brain, I decided to take a nice walk--you know, to be healthy.
I walked to the drug store to get something for my staff--you know, 'cause I'm cool like that.
Walgreens forced me to walk down the seasonal aisle, against my will, and purchase 90% off Easter candy, using its secret weapon (psychology).
As I made my way home on my healthy walk, I was forced to eat what may be in the top 10 of the worst Easter candy ever made in the entire multiverse since the beginning of time (and by that, I mean 7001 years ago).
The first one had a layer of pink flavored goo topped with white Crayolas mixed with sugar. Not satisfying.
So obviously I had to have another one to satisfy myself, under extreme duress. Blue topping and Crayola. hmmm, Boo-Berry. Worst berry flavor ever.
Green. No. Just no. Fake mint when my taste buds are expecting lime is just mean. It was like Listerine, a crayon, and a cup of corn syrup, all in the same mouthful.
Purple. I think there was a generic grape soda in the 1970s that tasted similar, when warm, flat and eaten with a crayon.
My tongue started to tingle and I thought it was swelling up a little.
.
.
.
So of course I had another one immediately. Anaphylaxis is for wusses.
Lemon. Jackpot! It tasted like lemon with a bag of sugar and a crayon.
When I was a teenaged jw, I found out that stores sell holiday candy at clearance prices, and WE WERE ALLOWED TO HAVE THEM. That's right! If you have it on Easter day or before--->Satan is happy. If you have it the day after--->you get a sugar high while believing the candy tastes better than it really does, chasing the satisfaction of something taboo.
I walked to the drug store to get something for my staff--you know, 'cause I'm cool like that.
Walgreens forced me to walk down the seasonal aisle, against my will, and purchase 90% off Easter candy, using its secret weapon (psychology).
As I made my way home on my healthy walk, I was forced to eat what may be in the top 10 of the worst Easter candy ever made in the entire multiverse since the beginning of time (and by that, I mean 7001 years ago).
The first one had a layer of pink flavored goo topped with white Crayolas mixed with sugar. Not satisfying.
So obviously I had to have another one to satisfy myself, under extreme duress. Blue topping and Crayola. hmmm, Boo-Berry. Worst berry flavor ever.
Green. No. Just no. Fake mint when my taste buds are expecting lime is just mean. It was like Listerine, a crayon, and a cup of corn syrup, all in the same mouthful.
Purple. I think there was a generic grape soda in the 1970s that tasted similar, when warm, flat and eaten with a crayon.
My tongue started to tingle and I thought it was swelling up a little.
.
.
.
So of course I had another one immediately. Anaphylaxis is for wusses.
Lemon. Jackpot! It tasted like lemon with a bag of sugar and a crayon.
When I was a teenaged jw, I found out that stores sell holiday candy at clearance prices, and WE WERE ALLOWED TO HAVE THEM. That's right! If you have it on Easter day or before--->Satan is happy. If you have it the day after--->you get a sugar high while believing the candy tastes better than it really does, chasing the satisfaction of something taboo.