So it's come to this? Ok, hand me the twinkie.

So it's come to this? Ok, hand me the twinkie.

I unwillingly unwrapped the twinkie and propped it in the doorway. Terrence released the lever and the door began to shut. I hoped against hope that the twinkie would hold it but

the door swung towards the twinkie - I saw it in my minds eye in slow motion - the cold hard edge of the door squishing the golden cake into the doorframe, cream filling sprayed ou

tward in impressive radials. Was now the right time to claim my ancestry as foresworn Knight of the Chocodile? In the Great Little Debbie War, I'd renounced my brethren for Snack

-ing Sins, accusing them of eating rice cakes when Devil Dogs had been plentiful. As Knight of the Chocodile I would claim victory in the Little Debbie Wars. But my Twinkies had

Ding Dongs to fall back on. I didn't even have Moon Pie anymore. Where would I find another Hostess like that one. Lance knew payday but still snickers over the three musketeers's

baby Ruth, who was part zebra with a thing for their cakes with coffee. She was brought before the bar with Clark, her lawyer, to settle on the cost of the broken pieces of Reese's

leases he had torn into pieces. He called his lawyer's lawyer, Zagnut Isdasameasazerobar, to borrow a peck of sugar, a shovel, & the petrified remains of a man from Jakarta. Out of

courtesy to Zagnut the lawyer, he didn't ask for cat litter, and bought that himself. Armed with the kitty litter, sugar, petrified man and the shovel, he began his grizzly