I am trying to loose weight. I have started exercising and now only drink on special occasions and I stopped buying candy. But I have found a chocolate bar in the fridge. It was in a bag that I had put in the fridge without unpacking. I was planning to ignore that evil bar, but it knows my secret name(even my beer has not found my secret name) and is using it to summon me. It is EVIL I tell you! EVIL!!!
Pray for me…
You mouth is starting to water. The wrapper is torn open revealing 5½ inches of dark brown extasy. A bite is taken, and the first reaction is a bit of a tart tang. It immediatly begins to melt, wrapping its creamy goodness around your taste buds. The sweetness comes through, a low mmmm eminates from your throat. Your mouth in now fully enveloped. You swallow, bearly feeling lucious chocolate flow down into your stomach. 4 more bites, the bar is now gone. You close your eyes savoring the last remnants as they melt away. You stomach says thank you, lets do that again. Your consious tells you that you should not have done that, it was a sin. You tell your consious to get lost, it was worth it.
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It’s worse than you thought.
The demon chocolate bar has told beer your secret name.
I think my demon chocolate bar has been presenting at a conference. So far it’s told the beer, the wine, the crisps, the fried food, the porn, the Playstation and who knows else.
Didja eat it?
Hmmmmmmm???
Alas, I confess, the chocolate won. I was defeated not too long after my OP. I got my revenge though! I ate it and it will no longer be around to torment me so.
Luckily, the beer does not yet seem to know my secret name, as it did not summon me at all. Perhaps it is lulling me into a false sense of security. Well, I know how to deal with evil beer as well!