Itsalwaysthere
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This is a trick question, right? ...Ok, all right, I remember those things. I just loved the candy cigarettes so I could practice the sophisticated drag. The very idea of Boston Baked Beans candy absolutely turned my stomach. I would lie there in bed at night and the box would appear in the dark to haunt and repulse me. The bazooka bubble gum was so hard my mother gave it to me to chaw on when I had a loose tooth on its last legs. I once had one of those huge candy suckers in a sort of Pepto-Bismol pink that had ostrich feathers sticking out of it and bore the words "sock it to me, baby!" on it. omg...Black Jack Chewing Gum; this never failed to make my mother haul out the story of when the fresh asphalt was poured on her street and she and her brother went out and popped the gooey crap in their mouths and were grounded for as long as the dreadful stain lasted.... anybody remember the jumbo-sized sweet-tarts that came two in a packet and looked just like those laundry detergent tablets that were popular in the 60's? I just loved the powered candy in the slim paper tubes and the nougat candy made me barf just to look at it. One time I got three candy necklaces for 25 cents and there was a penny tax on it and the store lady trusted me to let me bring the penny tax the next day. I still buy jumbo packs of Hot Tamales and can't stop until I've gobbled every last one. You'd think I'd have learned since the day in 8th grade when I spectacularly spewed an entire box of them in Creative Writing class. But NOOOOO. One of those defining moments that I am and always have been truly a masochist thru'n'thru. Ye Gods, one time I bought a super jawbreaker that cost the astounding sum of fifty cents and guaranteed at least 50 different colors as you layered it on down. This is additional proof of my submissive trust as I faithfully and steadfastly spent weeks gnomming that big ball and, checking every few minutes, maintained a conscientious list of all sucker tints. Lordy, how these reminiscences date me.
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