[before the click] stripey candy, right? The wavy stuff?
Oh, so close! My grandma had this stuff. Or sometimes, this stuff, and you never quite knew if the center was going to be fizzy.
I think I was 20 before I figured out hard candy isn’t supposed to taste dusty. :-p
Goddamn, I love how you phrase things.
But for real. Butterscotch? I would have loved a butterscotch, not that striped shit my esteemed colleague here linked to.
Ugh. Ribbon-candy. What was it with grandmothers and ribbon-candy? That and fucking butter mints. It was like their taste in sweets petrified back in 1939 when those were at least superior to the popular sugar-frosted sulfur chunks of the day. I’d have taken a hard, stripey peppermint over those abominations any day.
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… You found a petrified mass of butterscotch, or worse, this stuffhere.
You guy’s are killing me! And, like Mean Old Lady, you’re right on the money!
What is this, 1980? You know they don’t have to put credit cards in the clickety-clack machine anymore, right? These days, most credit card transactions are faster than making change. They sure as shit don’t take a minute.
Oh, I see the problem. You’re insane.
That isn’t a “problem”. That is an adaptation to reality.
Heeeee!!! The penny/cent thing is killing me!!!
Before you give up the ghost, could you explain it to me? I think I’m missing something.
So wait, is a penny a one cent coin or isn’t it? Re: butterscotch, good Lord. Pa didn’t go in for candy or sugared cereal, but when he made an exception, there was a jar or butterscotch “candies” in the dining room. Butterscotch isn’t candy, people! Candy is supposed to be sweet and good!
Well yeah. I think most people, old or otherwise, are pretty nice, but when someone without grey hair is acting like a giant jerk, I don’t just smile and nod and wait for it to be over, and I sure as hell don’t give them a dollar when they’re holding up the freaking line. If some young guy was being as completely obnoxious as the guy at the bus stop, there’s no way I’d have allowed that to continue.
So just yesterday some old woman shoved someone to get on the train. Come on, Agnes! Like you had to do that in order to board. The train wasn’t going to take off without you, and there were a jillion seats! I’m sure in her mind the little kid should have let her on first (which he should have; I backed up for her), but you don’t have to shove anyone! Some dude shoved me once and I called him on it. It was rush hour, sure, where if you’ll often have to wait a couple of trains to get on, so I can see his rush, but shoving me? Really, dickface? So I says to him with great irritation in my voice, “Uh, can you not shove me?” He said he was sorry, but he wasn’t. Ass.
What about those godawful pastel chalk-flavoured candy hearts with the cutesy sayings that taste like death ? That shit isn’t good for ANYTHING. Why in the sweet name of fuck are these still being MADE?
You mean the ones that say things like
CUTIE
PIE
and
BE
MINE
and
YOU’LL
DO
and
**
STALK U
4EVER**
and so forth?
I think my explanation is the best one.
You’ve reminded me of one of my favourite quotes from “Corner Gas” - “I see. And have you tried making sense?”
I don’t think I want any candy from your jar.
OOh, I love all of those candies. (Well, wait, I’ve never had ribbon candy. Where do I go to get some?)
But, yeah, when they congeal into one big solid mass, that’s awkward.
Here’s one source…
Hell, mine’s been dead for over 20 years and still scares me. ::automatic duck::
Excellent.
And then they wonder why we dance on their graves.
Yes, Vinyl Turnip. THOSE. They are godawful.
Yes, I was being a pedant, but the term “penny” is a UK mint term, not a US mint term.
Clearly everyone knows a penny is a cent. And in the UK they know an American is speaking of football when he uses the term soccer.
