Almond joys have nuts.
Mounds don’t.
that is a recipe for a smoothie that tastes like Almond Joy.
An Almond Joy is a bed of coconut goodness with an (ready for this?) an almond atop it in an ever so saucey manner. Then it is bathed in a milk chocolate.
It is about the size of your thumb…unless you have some godzilla thumb or a wee mini numb for a thumb.
Mounds are the fore mentioned bed o’ coconut. without a nut. those crazy candy makers! Then it is bathed in a darker chocolate.
cause sometimes you feel like a nut.
sometimes you don’t.
Dang, now you’ve gone and made me drool over th’ keyboard, BNB! 
We don’t get such delicacies down here – ta for th’ info. What brought all this on, any rate?
re-looks at recipe.
Lollies.
What kinda candies does one have in New Zealand?
I am picturing:
Roasted kiwis with a delish tuna bit drenched in sardine oil.
or
Kiwis in a nutmeg vegemite coating
or
Kiwis with shrimp and chocolate
ha. I kid. I kid.
I know really your candies are:
Kiwis with kiwi sauce coated in Kiwis rolled in chopped candied Kiwis in a kiwi-based paper wrapper sold to you by a man who smells of kiwi wearing a kiwi based clothing product.
New Zealand: eat our Kiwis or get the hell out!
Y’all scare me with your militant Kiwi additudes.
They say Texas is bad, ha. Try a New Zealander in the off kiwi season. No thanks!
But then again I could be confusing New Zealand with Antartica.
You know, all you kooky upsidedown places.
Hey, we confuse New Zealand with Antarctica part o’ the time, too. It’s called “Any other Season Not Summer”.
Nah, I probably don’t venture into adventurous, “Almond Joy” circles, is all. Sounds like you’ve got a sweet tooth there, BNB.
Heh. Try roastin’ a Kiwi, you’re likely t’ lose a leg. Th’ real ones are feisty beggers.
I hope you know that ever more, I shall picture you as “Lew Zealand”.
Why, thank you! Immortalised in Muppetry. T’is an honour, BNB. I’m chuffed. 
Wasn’t he th’ one who threw fish at targets? (I see from your link I’m right, on preview) Don’t think I have his sense of aim. And would he have known what to do with an Almond Joy?
hey now. *
I don’t need to be knowing about them kinky sex habits of yours.
sicko.
p.s.
no, no he would not know what to do with an almond joy. He’s a kiwi, remember? He’d probably think it was a smoothie or something.
I kid ya.
really, you should have the pleasure of an almond joy sometime.
perhaps we can play ambassader and send each other a box of candies…er, lollies.
*hey now hey now, don’t dream it’s over.
*Sometimes you feel like a nut
Sometimes you don’t
Almond Joy’s got nuts
Mounds don’t
Almond Joy’s got real milk chocolate
Munchy nuts and coconut too
Mounds got deep dark chocolate
And chewy coconut-- ooh!
Because…
Sometimes you feel like a nut
Sometimes you don’t! *
[sub]Hey, someone had to post it![/sub]
And now…we’re all singing it.
Mmmmm, Mounds…
Well, gotta like a Doper who quotes one of th’ coolest tracks by Crowded House. Been a pleasure, BNB.
Aren’t almonds really fruit?
The song sure takes on a new meaning…
You’re tellin me.
Sometimes you feel like a fruit…
Sometimes you don’t.
No.
Ennzedders have mutton. Boiled. And sponge.
For a treat, with kiwi-berry sauce.
Mutton? You’re forgettin’ th’ oily muttonbirds.
Kiw-berry sauce sounds cool, tho’. Yum!
Sometimes you feel like a sponge?
Auntie Mame: Who’re you?
Agnes: I’m yer sponge…
You would be too, if you didn’t have upper extremities to balance yourself during the act of love, and your partner kicks you in the head after the third time you fall off. (Saw that on a nature documentary once.)