it’s weird because i have a joke about candy and expiration dates so you would think i would take the matter seriously. but no, i went ahead and ate a questionably old baby reese’s pb cup today. it wasn’t even mine. i just found it in an office mug. before instinct could kick in, i unwrapped it and dropped it into the unsuspecting abyss. as i was smacking my jaw awaiting the happy peanut butter resolution to the chocolatey action adventure, i began sputtering in anger and disillusionment. the chocolate was waxy, and the peanut buttery center had changed to 99% sawdust and broken dreams!
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anyway, i’ve been having pretty standard epic-movie visions since consumption.
if you have any queries/concerns/suggestions about the apocalpyse, please direct them to me. satisfactory answers available only while symptoms last! void where inhibited.