She's about two nougats shy of a Whitman's Sampler.
(O' Squeak,thou perfidious chocolate-hoarding trull![thanks for the inspiration WW,great stuff] Covet not thy chocolate so dearly and givest to me that which is my due. What did'st the bard say: She that keeps to herself an almond joy* Doth the winged life destroy* But she that sends Hershey Kisses to handsome guys* Lives in eternity's sunrise. I'm afraid though a mere HK will no longer do. I now require something as deep, dark and mysterious as the inner thigh of an Abyssinian princess, yes something from your private reserve. Apace, apace get thee to a postmaster!) F