I've been sitting at the kitchen table for the past two hours, working. Well, actually, working and staring, staring and working. I'm being haunted by the Halloween candy I left on the kitchen island. The peanut butter cups are tempting me. The Hershey's bars are taunting me. The Kit Kats are calling me. Normally, I'm pretty good at resisting temptation. But, last night I threw caution to the wind and tossed two peanut butter cups into my mouth. My only regret? That I didn't devour two more of those little saddle-bag-bequeathing suckers.
So, I'm sitting. And staring. Finally, I got tired of the stalemate. I got up, got the goods and poured them into Madan's toy claw machine.
What's stopping me from grabbing the chocolate from the game? My hand can fit through the hole on the top, but once I grab a piece of candy, I can't get my hand back out. And, just like the real game, the claw is too weak to glom onto anything.
I guess I could shake everything the hell out -- or just get a nice, big rock.
"The Claw" -- Yes, it's filthy. I've been licking it. In case of emergency, break glass. And then, enjoy adding 20 lbs. onto your ass.
P.S. What's pictured here is all that's left. The Doobies sold 7 lbs. of their candy to an awesome local dentist who is sending it overseas to the troops. To see if someone in your town is offering a Halloween Candy buy-back program, visit www.halloweencandybuyback.com/ Normally, I would have just donated the candy and skipped the cash. But, I felt compelled to give the kids a little something for their effort and goodwill.
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