Shouldn't you have figured that out by now?
In the early 1990s, you came out with a new flavor of Airhead. A *mystery* flavor.
Presumably, we could all enjoy it for a brief period of time, make our best guess add to what the flavor was, and then you would tell us.
Flash forward 25 years. The Red Sox and Cubs have both won the World Series. We've had a black President. We've done nothing about global warming, somehow.
9/11 happened. War, famine, hope, great, potato chips. War, famine, hope, fear, potato chips.
A quarter of a century later. My hair is grey. I'm married, with two kids. Different state, different job, different life.
And here I lie, eating an Airhead.
"White Mystery??"
Mystery is not a flavor, Perfetti Van Melle USA Inc.
"Candy is not a dinner," the corporation whispers back, in my mind.
Touche, Corporate America.
Touches
In the early 1990s, you came out with a new flavor of Airhead. A *mystery* flavor.
Presumably, we could all enjoy it for a brief period of time, make our best guess add to what the flavor was, and then you would tell us.
Flash forward 25 years. The Red Sox and Cubs have both won the World Series. We've had a black President. We've done nothing about global warming, somehow.
9/11 happened. War, famine, hope, great, potato chips. War, famine, hope, fear, potato chips.
A quarter of a century later. My hair is grey. I'm married, with two kids. Different state, different job, different life.
And here I lie, eating an Airhead.
"White Mystery??"
Mystery is not a flavor, Perfetti Van Melle USA Inc.
"Candy is not a dinner," the corporation whispers back, in my mind.
Touche, Corporate America.
Touches
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