I can't be trusted with the "Magic dust"

So I bought Carol some Pixie Stix for her Easter basket a couple of weeks ago because I’m a dutiful son. While I was packing the aforementioned basket, I came across a gimpy Pixie stick that had a slow leak. Not being one to risk wasting a substance that may, or may not, have been extracted from actual pixies; I poured it into my mouth aaaand it was all down hill from there. When I finally came to my senses, I was all out of breath and sprawled on my couch under an impressive pile of little empty paper straws.

It was horrifying.

I’m sad to report that poor Carol was left with a pittance of leftover Pixie Stix by the time I regained control of myself. Unfortunately, by that time, I could have easily fueled a round trip flight to Neverland merely by breathing on some random children.