In order to cyberhug my sister BizEBea, I simply HAD to pay a sort of homage to her. I wanted to write or upload something that would embody the depth of her intellect; something to highlight her innate ability to embrace the dance of her mind, body, and spirit; to showcase her propensity for innuendo; and best of all, something to exhibit her quick and decisive deliverance when calling an idiot an idiot. And to that end, I give you cheap base humor. It was that, or go straight to talking about her Mounds.
When I saw this at 812 Hershey Highway, I couldn’t stop the Snickers. Next Payday, I’m stopping at Walgreens.