Hadthe guy that told me this story not someone I knew as trust-worthy for a long, long time and had he not said "I heard it and saw it with my own two eyes" I'd not believed it.
that's where his belt length advantage is decisive. That chocolate waterfall, or whatever it is, doesn't drink itself.
Has there ever been a greater defining line between normal humans and utter trash than a chocolate waterfall?
Must have been after an evening of exchanging dirty PMs sent that one would crave chocolate in such a path of least resistance kind of way.
Willy frickin Wanka. No other factory in the world mixes its chocolate by waterfall. But it's the only way if you want it just right.
Fat kid getting sucked up the tube gave me nightmares as a kid. Still have troubles watching that thing.