One of the best side marketing schemes of the candy industry is the Cadbury Creme Egg. Although, now that I think about it, and perhaps you would agree with me, I believe that the creme egg was inspired by a higher power, however I have severe difficulty deciphering which power that would actually be…from above or down below? The creamy goodness surounded by a thin Milk chocolate shell just itching to be slowly devoured with a glass of ice cold milk standing by just in case you need a smooth chaser…it’s just what the doctor ordered, but I don’t think that he could even prescrive such a medicine if it were not for the Good Lord above. It is carefully wrapped in an inviting foil which is of an easy access in a discrete manner so as not to disturb the wife whom told you and the boys to abstain from such heavenly dessert until after dinner…and that is where Satan enters. He sits there…tempting you with every trick in the book. “No one will ever know…the wife will never find out….the kids are in the other room…the egg could be eaten with ease, savored for its gooey goodness and gone before none are the wiser. You take the egg from its foil of captivity if only to set it free for a moment. You only need a smell to tame the temptation of the Prince of Dark Chocolate…excuse me…Darkness..but then…trouble hits. Your nostrils flare and you accidentally plunge into the shell like a binge drinker on a bender, unable to stop. The dog in the other room with its uncanny superhearing comes running in with tail wagging and ear half cocked to the side. He sits at you side, pawing at the fabric on your pants for attention because he now knows your little secret and is threatening to bark for a bite if not given in the next few seconds.
You try to shew him away, but the chocolate dripping from the curves of your mouth is spattered unto your dressy white oxford button down and pierre Cardin tie bought for you buy the kids you have forsaken with your dishonesty to them by hiding in your office to secretly consume one fo the last few eggs in the neighborhood. The dog barks, the wife yells at you for the dog thinking she has to go outside, the kids come running as you had so stearnly told them to do before today….to take care fo the dog as part of their responsibility…it has backfired on you drastically as they near the office door…twist the knob…and…
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