Many years ago someone's caramel Ho-Ho's ended up in a bag of my groceries forgotten by a previous customer at the check out isle, I suspect. I didn't notice until I was home so I put them in the cupboard over the stove and more or less forgot about them. Some time later, when I'd had rather too much to drink, I found them and tried to eat one. It could not be done. They were somehow super-stimulating and totally vile at the same time.
I really think stuff like this is ambiguously between drugs and food, and I feel lucky to have been born without much of a sweet tooth.
I don't think I could get high enough to eat a Twinkie. This isn't meant to be morally superior in any way. I have plenty of other vices, and I think I just lucked out on that one.
I really think stuff like this is ambiguously between drugs and food, and I feel lucky to have been born without much of a sweet tooth.
I don't think I could get high enough to eat a Twinkie. This isn't meant to be morally superior in any way. I have plenty of other vices, and I think I just lucked out on that one.