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Thats easy for you to say.
When I was a kid in Detroit, i was hooked on the 'nut. then we moved down here to texas and guess what?
You couldn't get a Zagnut for love or money.
i asked all the other kids where a fella could get one, they claimed there weren't no such thing, tried to hand me a Clark Bar.
I ended up strung out on Heath Bars.
Posted by: Steve | July 09, 2009 at 11:10 AM
That's a terrible way to end up, with a Heath Monkey on your back. I had a $100,000 a year $100,000 bar habit myself. Thank God for Candy Anonymous.
Posted by: UF Mike | July 09, 2009 at 04:31 PM