Sunday, 28 March 2010
Sunday Snippet (15)
I'll never forget the day the day my Grampa gave me my first Werthers Original. I can remember well being whisked upside down by my dad, and the hearty cheer that went up after several back punches finally dislodged the lethal, creamy bastard from my windpipe! Gramps still made me clean up the sticky stain from his carpet, mind you.
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6 comments:
damn it... something so good and dangerous too,....
my grandma used to leave those on my pillow when I slept over at her house so it seemed like a hotel. Now that I think of it, do hotel maids even leave candy anymore?
Gotta love compassion!
Thank God they come in chocolate form these days......!!
that could be the script to the new Werther's commercial.
Lena . . you're just toooo funny. God, I've missed coming here!!!!
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