I wish that I could be paid money to endorse the egg. I'd talk about its gooey yumminess. I'd mention that weird mix of caramel and yellow "yolk" that lays static in that white goo and how it makes my jaw clench in anticipation of a sugar attack. I'd talk about how I like to bite the top off and like a snake, stick my tongue in and not-so-subtly suck out the embryo of delicious that lies within.
Easter serves only one purpose for me, and that is to fit in a years supply of Creme Egg eatings before they dissapear out of grocery stores. Sigh...
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