As another Lame Cherry exclusive in matter anti matter.
I have about had my world de worlded.
So as a child on the way to German Lutheran Confirmation, before the CIA and Vatican overthrew St. Louis, Concordia, Missouri Synod, the mother would buy me snacks as I went to Himmler Junior High and we had to drive like allot of miles to our Church, and I would eat on the way. I don't recall any pop, just Taco flavored Doritos and Hostess Ho Ho's.
It was an amazing thing as I loved Doritos and every night around 8 PM I would get a spike through my pile driver brain migraine. It took awhile as it was every Wednesday as that was Confirmation study day, but it finally came to my Inspired mind that Doritos, Taco flavor and Hostess Ho Ho's triggered a migraine in my head.
I did an experiment in eating them and sure as sunshine, I got a migraine.
That ended the Ho Ho's as I never really liked chocolate.
So TL and I are in the Dollar General store, and the Indian in there has on display, an end cap of Hostess products, you know like Peanuts cartoons. I hate Twinkies. Never have liked them.
TL hates Snowballs due to TL's old man ruined lots of things. I like snowballs, they always made me happy for dried out things as no one ate them in the Brier.
There were no Snowballs, but there were Zingers. TL never had raspberry Zingers. They are the best product of Hostess and everyone knows it.
As it was a special, we got Cupcakes, two kinds, some kind of Bundt thing and Ho Ho's.
I was looking forward to a Ho Ho. It seemed like something was wrong. Then I ate one, and it did not seem as I remembered. Ho Ho's were primo compared to Little Debbie's. These were just ok.
Then I mentioned to TL that they used to come in foil wrappers. TL remembered that too.
I was like totally crushed. I looked forward to a memory and it was gone. The foil wrappers were happy little things, kind of like from the point of no return as you can't redo a foil wrapper that reminded you of Apollo NASA stuff in space suits and other flimsy things and I just can't go on about this as a Ho Ho is not a Ho Ho without the foil and Hostess did something to a Ho Ho out of the wrapper and into the plastic wrapper.
No Ho Ho, no Ho Ho wrapper in foil, no Ho Ho migraine, no happy moment of reliving a really shitty past youth life of dreading Confirmation in not knowing if you would go to hell if you failed, and 8th grade was heaven and hell, really bad shit, really euphoric shit, and it has all been torture since.
Girls are now fat, sick with diabetes, assholes are at and old and you just are glad about that kind of sugar fix balancing things in having made your life hell, but in all of that, how can you just be happy with any of it when there are no foil wrapped Ho Ho's that even when you did not like chocolate and icing, you liked them as they were just creamy, without making you puke sick.
Yeah they got weird Ho Ho's now, peanut butter and whatever, I have no interest in. Nothing makes up for that foil wrapper though, all wispy NASA, like Humpty Dumpty in forever broken.
All there is, is that woman who sings like she has a mouth full of cum marbles that Don Henley knocked up and she aborted little Don Henley so she could sing like she had a mouth full of cum marbles.
Apr 18, 2011 ... Lyrics:Just like the white winged dove...Sings a song...Sounds like she's singing...Whoo... whoo... whoo...Just like the white winged dove.
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