"I don't really like the gumballs for the gum, I just like the satisfying feeling of biting into the ball."

My parents and I went to the mall yesterday to look for a table stand for our new 42' TV!

Exciting, I know.

We walked past 25 cent machines and my Dad gave me a quarter and I was overjoyed.

I chose to get a jawbreaker and it brought back memories...

(I was gypped since the inside was actually a big sweetart on the inside)

It was probably at least 11-12 years ago when Heather had a HUMONGOUS jawbreaker a little smaller than a baseball.

Heather only ate about half of it, and then threw it away in the bathroom garbage.

Now, me being a little 5-6 year old youngin', I really didn't care about germs.

I did three repulsive violations to mankind.

1) I took it out of the garbage can.

2) Didn't even bother washing it.

3) Bon appétit! I ate the whole thing!

I was a naaasteh child back then.