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“You ever looked closely at the inside of a Milky Way bar? Because there’s like, an entire universe of stuff happening inside that nougat, man…”
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“You ever looked closely at the inside of a Milky Way bar? Because there’s like, an entire universe of stuff happening inside that nougat, man…”
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Okay, you’re all witnesses. I am now swearing off Milky Way bars.
Bad enough I have to know there’s a universe of stuff happening in my septic tank.
Legend has it that nougat is actually part of God’s pancreas. It’s mined somewhere in the Euphrates valley.
Melt one in a double boiler and pour it over a scoop of vanilla ice cream. (Non-alcoholic for Satch, a drop of rum in it for you and your wife.)
tw: appear. The calories in your rearview mirror are closer than they appear.
ALL YOUR MILKY WAYS ARE BELONG TO US!
Wow. This never gets old. Ever. How many variations are there I wonder? I bet you’re going to relate each and every single one of them, aren’t you.
Only until your ears bleed.
What are you, high?
Mmmmmmm…..Nougat….
What’s in the nougat, anyway?
I now know that, thanks to this post. It’s whipped egg whites and syrup. In the Milky Way, it’s malt flavored. In another special Milky Way (dark chocolate), it’s vanilla.
Of course, now that it’s been demystified, I have a hard time joking about it.
In other words, I SCREWED MYSELF.
So you’re saying it didn’t fall from heaven in the desert?
English Only:
Hey, if you don’t like it, you can always leave….
I put up posts like this to amuse myself. That people like English Only come across as jerks who believe my blog exists to service them—just as the world exists to feel their pain—is just a big performative cherry on top.
But the burning question is, are his ears bleeding yet?
That’s it.
We ZERO Bar lovers are tired of your neglect, Goldstein.
I guess that should have been “tired of your clock’s neglect.”
NEGLECT SURROGATE USER!!!!
This time sh*t has me all f**ked up.
Is a Snickers the same as a Milky Way except with peanuts added? Enqiring minds want to know?
TW: Thank You Sir May I Have Another
Well then Jeff, if you’re lonely, there’s always the Three Musketeer’s Bar as a backup
Did the clock get some of Vercingetorix’s stash?
So like when you freeze a 3 Musketeers bar does time like stop????
I wonder what the Three Little Mice think about this.
Howard J. Turkster:
I joined the army ‘cause my father and brother were in the army. I though I’d better join before I got drafted.
Sgt. Hulka:
Son, uh, there ain’t no draft no more.
Howard J. Turkster:
There was one?
TW: past I live in the past.
TW2: anyone Is there anyone as pathetic as me?
Amuses us too. After a day of reading about Murtha, Okinawa, Somalia, two martyred soldiers, Tabilighi Jamaat, a dog being sent away, and other sundry unpleasant stuff, it’s always nice to read about a clock’s commentary on Milky Way bars.
Wishbone – a big amen on the Zero Bar! The unappreciated gem of the candy kingdom!
So, Jeff–if you screwed yourself, did you get video?
(Oh, come on: like all the other dirty old ladies around here weren’t wondering.)
Are we/is a, ah fuck it never mind.
What kind of a word is nougat?
So now you all know how Murtha’s revenge works. A bit different than Montezuma but a couple candy bars wedged into the right location and sweet spot’s got a brand new daddy singing yodels in Japanezeeeee!
I think I will stick with Kit Kats. Just to be safe…
wishbone,
You don’t know the meaning of neglect. Neglect is a no-show armadillo.
Week after week of mind-numbing drudgery. The only thing that motivates me to keep going is the love of my wife and children, and the thought of some fleeting amusement. I mean, watching an armadillo dance. Is it too much to ask for? Just a few minutes?
I didn’t even ask for pie with it. Instead, I get a Milky Way bar. Which beats Snickers from the peanut gallery, I guess.
No, Major John – embrace the Zero Bar. Pure goodness – a moment of satori in every bite.
I’ve just figured it out.
You’re the reincarnation of Ernie Kovacs but with a much larger vocabulary.
(I don’t know exactly why, but the ‘ordinary clock’ series here just cracks me up every time)
A nougatory one.
Gail – Ouch…. thats one tick short of a clocker-boom…..
TW: Ok, its that time….Her little hand is on my special purpose….
Okay, no noodling on “nougat” in this thread. There are children present.
Sugar is my heroine. And I’ve been clean for six weeks now.
And I don’t need all you heads – high on fructose – flaunting your nougats and caramels right out in the open.
Can you think of others once?
Wow, sugar is your heroine? I guess that would make an Italian cold-cut your hero.
Make fun if you must, but over 35000 people gained weight last year from second-hand sweets.
it’s an epidemic.
Are you going to lick that wrapper?
Hmmmmm…. A Murtha in the sheep flock… here…. curiouser and curiouser….
Not meaning to nit-pick or lessen your scope in any way, but shouldn’t that really be “an entire galaxy of stuff”?
tw: mmmmm….good
A very good question, as it turns out:
nudge, nudge, wink, wink….
– Hey….. was that some sort of sneaky Paste-eating chicken joke….
Say no more, say no more, know whatamean?
They can have my candy when they pry it from my cold, semi-paralyzed, almost numb fingers.
Oops.
BECAUSE OF THE NEUROPATHY!
C’mon Craig,
If heroin was my heroin, I’d probably know how to spell heroin.
Doyeeeee.