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Birth of a Candy Bar

 It was another Payday and I was tired of Mr. Goodbar.  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 Krunch 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 Hots.  It was all I could do to hold the Snicker
 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 Chicklet, 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,
 you're 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!