I can't. To me they're like round, sweet, crispy crack. Though I wouldn't want to try snorting one, really.
I snorted chocolate once. Accidentally, mind you; I wasn't trying to, and in fact it was mortifying, since I couldn't stop sneezing.
How was I supposed to know that the shiny lurvely solid black layer atop a gateaux was actually black cocoa? I just leaned over to sniff....
*refrains from whipping out the obligatory "sniffing a crack" joke*
Heh, that'll teach me to use slang from the television. The precious lied to me, it lied!
I snorted chocolate once.
Last time I went to our National Folk Festival, a friend of mine decided to do that on purpose. She wasn't even high. And she also managed to chew an olive up and eject the entire thing out her nose, though that was more of a freakish accident.
Leigh, sweetie? Remember, that whole sanity thing you were going for? Not helping.
Hey! Apple addiction is a widely recognised illness. And I'd thank you kindly not to mock my suffering.
Canadian Smarties have no flavours. The orange ones are just chocolate. M & M's are my preferred movie treat, but Smarties are preferred at all other times. Especially when camping.
Canadian Smarties have no flavours. The orange ones are just chocolate. M & M's are my preferred movie treat, but Smarties are preferred at all other times. Especially when camping.
So, let me get this straight.. a foot in each camp?
Ahh.. a true Canadian :)
Apple addiction is a widely recognised illness.
I think I'd like to see a little more evidence for these big bold statements!
God, the Smartie argument confuses me. Our Smarties are little round chalky things that come in rolls. Like Pez, but sour, sort of.
Holli:
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BTW, whoever was saying there was no Smarties memorial? Check out the above site.
God, the Smartie argument confuses me. Our Smarties are little round chalky things that come in rolls. Like Pez, but sour, sort of.
And in Canada, those are Rockets.
whoever was saying there was no Smarties memorial? Check out the above site.
Me (me me).
But I believe I said that nothing matched the three (freakin!) floors of M&M lovin' in Vegas.
Their fridge magnet display alone is ten times the size of that wee smartie collectin!
At M&M world colour discussions are redundant. They have a whole wall of mix your owns. (The lady told me that they refill the browns so much less than all the other colours :)
So, let me get this straight.. a foot in each camp?
Ahh.. a true Canadian :)
I have a hard time arguing against any chocolate.
And she also managed to chew an olive up and eject the entire thing out her nose, though that was more of a freakish accident.
My sister made me laugh so hard that I spit a carrot out my nose. So fucking painful.