Subject: A sweet tooth

It was another Payday and I was tired of Mr. Goodbar.  I saw Miss Hershey
standing behind the Powerhouse on the corner of Clark and Fifth Avenue
when I whipped out my Whopper and whispered, "hey Sweetheart, how'd you
like to Crunch on my big hunk for a Million Dollar Bar?"  Well, she
immediately went down on my Tootsie Roll, and it was like pure Almond Joy!
I couldn't help but grab her delicious Mounds because it was easy to see
that this little Twix had the Red Hots.  It was all I could do to hold the
Snickers and Crackle as my Butterfinger went up her tight little Kit Kat
and she started to scream "Oh Henry, Oh Henry!"  Soon she was fondling my
Peter Pan and ZagNut and I knew it wouldn't be long before I blew my Milk
Duds clear to Mars that gave her a taste of the old Milky Way.  She asked
me if I was into M&M, but I said, "hey Chicklet, no kinky stuff."  I said
"Look you little Reese's Pieces, don't be a Zero, be a Lifesaver.  Why
don't you take my Whatchamacallit and slip it up your Bit 'O' Honey?"
(What a piece of Juicy Fruit she was, too!)  She screamed, "Oh
Crackerjack, better than the Three Musketeers!" as I rammed my Ding Dong
up her Rocky Road and into her Peanut Butter Cup. Well, I was giving it to
her Good 'N' Plenty, when all the sudden...my Starburst! Yeah, as luck
would have it, she started to grow Chunky and complained of a Wrigley in
her stomach.  Sure enough, nine months later, out popped.........Baby Ruth!