Behold, the magic tablets – bursting forth with sugar and rice crisps, waking me in the tormenting final hours. Alas, I am not eating the red ones last, for this sudden realization of their magical sleep healing powers has me shoveling them into my hole like a fat kid at Ponderosa.
MOOHAHAHAHA.. the time is almost here, and I will reign triumphant.
It’s no surprise these suckers are made in this little Town of Bolton, you know. We know good crap around here. M&M Crispy, of course, being good crap.
Cheers!