Follow Up

I'm about to go insane.  This sugar daddy is still stuck to my teeth.  The timestamps on this blog post and the last may not seem too different, but I spent a good deal of time writing the other one since I could only use one hand.  The other hand was busy trying to pry the sugary, caramel goodness off of my teeth.  It hasn't helped one bit.  I've eaten these before, and I know Mrs. Matthews warned me, but they need to have an actual warning label on the wrappers.  Oh well with hazardous waste signs on trucks, put one of those on all of the trucks carrying these things.  By the time I have written this much, it has mostly dissolved off of my teeth but I can still feel it there!  There's quite a few comparisons I've thought of that suit this kind of torture, but I feel as though I'd go to, well, you know where if I were to say (or type) them.  That's what this is like.