Jolly Ranchers

I love Jolly Ranchers. Especially the red ones, and of those, I think the cherry are the best. I bought a bag this past weekend, and ate four last night. Not over the course of the night, but over the course of about 45 minutes. If they were cigarettes, I would have been chain-smoking. My teeth hurt.

In related news, I remember clear as day the first time I ever heard the f word. I was in elementary school, probably fourth grade (it was a sheltered existance), and while standing in line for recess a classmate turned to me and said, "Want a Jolly Rancher?" Of course I did! So I said yes, and she told me to put out my hand, so I did. She laughed, slapped it, and said, "Go fuck a farmer."

Ahhh, kids.