How bizarre! I had a picnic only five minutes ago, and nearly slit my wrists with disappointment as it had slightly less raisins than I remember. Thank god I had a fat nurse to fall back on – I didn’t even get a bruise.
It’s just like a regular bar of chocolate only with all the taste removed. Come on, Twirl, where’s your soul, where’s your god damned passion? I know that when you wanted to grow up you wanted to be a Ripple, but sometimes we’ve got to just roll with the punches and play with the hand we’re dealt. But no, you’re content just to sit there in your insipid, yellow and purple wrapper, looking like some bastard lovechild of that Quality Street with the hazelnut in it and a peanut M&M, only with the charisma of neither. You are to chocolate as daytime TV is to high drama. You’re a sad, pathetic excuse for a chocolate bar and you should take a long, hard look at your life. Even the Yorkie bar can be made interesting by snapping off the individually lettered chunks, amending the ‘O’ into a ‘C’ with a sharp knife, and rearranging to make a Crikey bar. And, AND, it bloody well tastes of something. And it’s still JUST CHOCOLATE! What’s your goddamn excuse? I’ve had more interesting white chocolate, and that’s just all the crap that’s left over when you make chocolate but don’t put any bloody chocolate in it. Pull yourself together, you utter waste of cocoa.
It’s just like a regular bar of chocolate only with all the taste removed. Come on, Twirl, where’s your soul, where’s your god damned passion? I know that when you wanted to grow up you wanted to be a Ripple, but sometimes we’ve got to just roll with the punches and play with the hand we’re dealt. But no, you’re content just to sit there in your insipid, yellow and purple wrapper, looking like some bastard lovechild of that Quality Street with the hazelnut in it and a peanut M&M, only with the charisma of neither. You are to chocolate as daytime TV is to high drama. You’re a sad, pathetic excuse for a chocolate bar and you should take a long, hard look at your like. Even the Yorkie bar can be made interesting by snapping off the individually lettered chunks, amending the ‘O’ into a ‘C’ with a sharp knife, and rearranging to make a Crikey bar. And, AND, it bloody well tastes of something. And it’s still JUST CHOCOLATE! What’s your goddamn excuse? I’ve had more interesting white chocolate, and that’s just all the crap that’s left over when you make chocolate but don’t put any bloody chocolate in it. Pull yourself together, you utter waste of cocoa.
When I saw the thread title I initially assumed one of you was in America and had purchased one of the many poor quality chocolate products available in stateside confectionary establishments.
I mean, everyone talks about Hershey bars so that’s the first one I tried when I was over there. GAH! It’s like brown flour mix.
Then I decided to try something I understood like M&M’s, which of course is the same brown flour mix surrounded by peanut tasting candy. Everything tastes like peanuts!
I was glad to get home so I could have a good old gnaw on the chocolate bar of champions.
Am I alone on still insisting on calling s*****rs (can’t bring myself to type it) Marathon bars?
No. I undertook a rather childish boycott of s*****rs for many, many years before another vending machine loss of concentration. Luckily the s*****rs was nowhere near as tasty or massive as I remember the Marathon being.
As far as I am concerned the s*****rs is the Marathon’s cousin, not the fit one (Whisper) but the short one with the hairy mole and the odd shaped shoulders that you would only entertain during an emergency or when nobody would find out.
Wife brought me back a Hershey bar last week – wrong, wrong, wrong, wrong. How can the yanks do it to themselves.
That’s what European chocolate makers say about the rubbish that the likes of Cadbury/Rowntrees/Nestle churn out in this country. It really doesn’t deserve to be called chocolate.
Oh I forgot – she also brought me back a packet of twinkies. What in the name of sweet confectionery shaped products are they?!! Admittedly they got a little squashed and appear to be leaking puss out of the side but at least I got as far as putting the Hershey in my mouth, not a chance of that happening with those yellow and white abominations.