Well, I was thinking more in the line of something from the pick-and-mix counter.
I mean, I've never had choccy covered pretzels, but what if they happen to be that taste sensation my body has been waiting for all these years, and they spell the end for my physique/relationship/ability to get around unaided?
Well, I was thinking more in the line of something from the pick-and-mix counter.
I mean, I've never had choccy covered pretzels, but what if they happen to be that taste sensation my body has been waiting for all these years, and they spell the end for my physique/relationship/ability to get around unaided?