As luck would have it, she started to grow a bit Chunky and complained of a Wrigley in her stomach. Well, I was givin' it to her Good 'n' Plenty when,all of a sudden. The band decided to sell boxes of chocolate bars. She screamed, "Oh, Crackerjack, you're better than the Three Musketeers!" as I rammed my Ding Dong up her Rocky Road and into her Peanut Butter Cup. Stephanie is helping her band collect money to fund a field trip. Why don't you just take my Whatchamacallit and slip it up your Bit O'Honey?" (and oh, boy, what a piece of Juicyfruit she was, too). Don't Be a Menace to South Central While Drinking Your Juice in the Hood (1996) clip with quote - How much for this candy bar - Five dollars, Yarn is the. She asked if I was into M-M but I said, "Hey Chicklet, no kinky stuff"- and then I said, "Look, you little Reese's Pieces! Don't be a Zero, be a Lifesaver. Soon she was fondling my Peter Paul and Zagnuts and I knew it wouldn't be long before I blew my Milkduds clear to Mars and gave her a taste of the old Milky Way. It was all I could do to hold back a Snicker and a Krackle as my Butterfinger went up her tight little Kit Kat and she started to scream: "Oh Henry, Oh Henry!" I couldn't help but grab her delicious Mounds 'cause it was easy to see this little Twix had the Red Hots. Well, she immediately went down on my Tootsie Roll, and, Uno, it was like pure Almond Joy. So I saw Miss Hershey standing behind the Powerhouse on the corner of Clark and Fifth Avenue, and I whipped out my Whopper and whispered, "Hey Sweetart, how'd you like to Krunch on my Big Hunk for a Hundred Thousand Dollar Bar?" It was another Payday, and I was tired of being a Mr.Goodbar. So I was just going along with my day, minding my own business and I googled the candy bar story.
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