Today I ate my weight in teeny tiny Snickers minis. (incoming tangent) Does anyone else miss the good old days when said "minis" were called Snickers Snackers? I have no idea why I lament the name change, but I am quite sure that they were much more fun to eat when they were snackers.
All of the Snickers adds that I have seen over the years have been based on the fact that Snickers supposedly really satisfy. They're supposed to give you boundless energy when you want to do manly things like play sports and flex your biceps at women. They even contain protein by way of being "packed with peanuts" so that sugar rush does not die off so quickly. Heck, they even have an endorsement from Mr. T himself! who blazes in to a soccer match driving a TANK and hucks a snickers bar at some poor dude's head. All signs point to Snickers candy bars as being the ultimate "go" food.
Ok, here's the rub... Snickers make me tired. It's pathetic! Every time I eat one I need at least a half hour to recover. What is wrong with me? Butterfingers, Twix, Milky Ways... none of them make me bat an eye, but Snickers are like a prescription for a nap. Why can't I eat snickers like a man? Why?
I just know that Mr T is going to show up at my work one day and start throwing candy at my head. The question here is - Can I blame him? No, no I cannot.
Be Gentle Mr. T.
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