"I will always add to a fold which has mustard

"I will always add to a fold which has mustard in it." she said. We shook our heads. What world was she living in? Her rapid mental degradation had shocked our family to the core.

Sure, we were the Coleman Family of Coleman's Mustard fame in Great Britain, but Emily (our youngest, tsk tsk) was literally crazy about mustard. She put it on EVERYTHING! Emily

hadn't even heard of Norwich, never mind Delia Smith, but she didn't let that hold her back in her appreciation of the spicy condiment. At least, not until the representative from

Manitoba gave her a sample of their finest local condiment. It was the most intoxicating thing she had ever tried, and she was nearly delirious as she asked for another taste.

"Well, I think we've exhausted our sweets and saltys," she said as she busied her hands inside the sample bag. "Here is one, from our bitters collection," and she put a drop on her

tongue. Her mouth wrinkled and wrinkled. When she spoke, her voice sounded cold and angry. I realized that the bitter candy had done something to her. Something never before seen.

The candy was called "Spring Surprise". And indeed, when you bit into it, little frogs popped out and jumped onto the table. I looked at the label, which read www.glasshouse.com.

Mother always said that candy wasn't good for me, and I suppose this time, she was right. So I threw the box out the window, where it hit a passing train. I heard the brakes squeal

like a female giving birth. Remorse gripped me so I squealed a little bit to purge the guilt that came with likening women to pigs. "Now I'm a pig too" I thought. The sugar rush

Kush I just shoved into the brownies had taken full effect, and it wasn’t sweet. Tons of naked senior citizens jumping into fountains, and all I want to do is pass the audition.