It was another Payday and I was tired of Mr. Good bar.
I saw Miss Hershey standing behind the Powerhouse on the corner of Clark and
Fifth Avenue when I whipped out my Whopper and whispered, �Hey Sweetheart, how’d
you like to Crunch on my big hunk for a Million Dollar Bar?�
Well, she immediately went down on my Tootsie Roll, and it was like pure
Almond Joy!
I couldn’t help but grab her delicious Mounds because it was easy to see that
this little Twix had the Red Hoots.
It was all I could do to hold the Snickers and Crackle as my Butterfinger went
up her tight little Kit Kat and she started to scream �Oh Henry, Oh Henry!�
Soon she was fondling my Peter Pan and ZagNut and I knew it wouldn’t be long
before I blew my Milk Duds clear to Mars that gave her a taste of the old Milky
Way.
She asked me if I was into M&M, but I said, �Hey Chick let, no kinky stuff.� I
said, �Look you little Reese’s Pieces, don’t be a Zero, be a Lifesaver. Why
don’t you take my Whatchamacallit and slip it up your Bit ‘O’ Honey?�
(What a piece of Juicy Fruit she was, too!)
She screamed, �Oh Crackerjack, better than the Three Musketeers!� as I rammed
my Ding Dong up her Rocky Road and into her Peanut Butter Cup.
Well, I was giving it to her Good ‘N’ Plenty, when all the sudden… my
Starburst!
Yeah, as luck would have it, she started to grow Chunky and
complained of a Wrigley in her stomach.
Sure enough, nine months later, out popped? Baby Ruth!