A birthday gift I couldn’t let sit around any longer
Some folks know me real well, and I have to thank ’em for pegging me with a bagful of “limited edition” candy bars for the birthday.
I love this crap and I have no idea why.
Of course, we don’t get the fun ones yet, like the green tea Kit Kat. No, we get the one that tastes like those orange creamsicles or stale coffee. The mint ain’t too shabby.