Tonight I unfortunately discovered that the gigantic ass Toblerone that Dave and I won for best dressed on our football clubs booze cruise, had been invaded and violated, molested and taken tiniest chunk by tiniest chunk, by a colony of rowdy ants. Now I know youll all say why did you keep it for so long? why didnt you eat it after youd won it? to which Ill say that this was a well earned trophy. We worked incredibly hard to win that, you reckon hawthorn ate the premiership after they won it? No. Because they realised that it was something to be cherished, and admired by all. Particularly those who came into my room, where it was proudly displayed, and were left in awe by its beauty. Now that this saga is complete, Im able to answer a question that has been asked upon me many times, and one that has plagued my curious mind often aswell. The mystery of Pandoras Toblerone: is it one big ass piece of Toblerone, or just a shitload of the small blocks stacked together? I am now able to confirm that it is in fact, one gigantic ass piece of Toblerone. Incredible. Lastly, there comes a time in every mans life that he has to part ways with his beloved 2.5kg of chocolatey Swiss bliss. The times were great, Ill cherish them forever
Posted on: Mon, 25 Aug 2014 14:40:22 +0000
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