People say, "life's like a box of chocolates". I certainly hope that my life is at least ten to fifteen percent less disappointing than a box of chocolates. Its true that you never know what you're going to get, but I really hope my life isn't filled with weird unidentifiable goo. Or at least no more than is average...
For real though, whats up with assortments of chocolate? Pot Of Gold is roughly one million dollars, and the only good ones in the box are the strawberry cremes. Who makes the judgement calls on boxed chocolates, because I would like to have a word.
Hold up, this just in: THERE IS NO STRAWBERRY CREME IN POT OF GOLD ANYMORE.
Is it even worth surviving the apocalypse? There's butter creme, rum butter creme (not family friendly!), and other cremes and clusters that are so boring that I fell asleep reading them. What, am I supposed to sit at home watching the Kardashians eating an assortment of underwhelming cremes? Maybe I am. Maybe this is my life. But if I'm going to spend my life watching Scott Disick throw hissy fits, I at least want to be eating decent chocolate. After all, I have some standards to uphold.
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