Well, Nieceamine and I have a shared cinnamon jawbreaker addiction. We love them. They're so tasty. While preparing for a family getaway we smarted it up and stocked up on these 'the amazing' candies. It went horribly, horribly wrong. We put them in a container and carried them everywhere. We were happy. They, presumably, were happy. Then we went on a boat ride. The container was knocked about. It opened. They rolled everywhere. They rolled into places where no candy, no anything, should ever roll. They rolled down a persons pants. They hit a persons behind! Ew. That's not the funny part, well at least not the really funny part. Nieceamine & I were crushed. We physically reacted. My Mom, seeing our heartbreak and with only good intentions, started picking them up and putting them back into the container! The bum jawbreakers were combined with the few safe ones we had left! Again, we responded fiercely to this further pain. My Mom got impatient with us, said 'who even cares', and shook the container to mix 'em all together. Even if she hadn't done so they were obviously garbage, but why the added pain... why? We wanted to throw the whole container out, but were asked not to litter in the lake. It wasn't with the intention to litter though, it was with absolute panic and the need to distance ourselves from the destroyed candy. Oh dear, those were some sad times.
Apparently cinnamon jawbreakers have to fight against a bum reputation, because the next time we had them this happened:
Nieceamine: I want to go get some cinnamon balls.
Nenners: WHAT?
Me: Cinnamon balls
Nenners: WHAT?
...she kept hearing 'semen balls'... awkward...
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