Over the Hedge by T Lewis and Michael Fry for January 04, 2019

Mmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm …………………………………. polysorbate 60 ………………………… -———————————————————————————— {vague drooling sounds a la Homer}

Oh, you’ll still die. Your body just won’t decompose for 3000 years.

So a twinkie a day keeps the doctor away !

New reality show: My 600 lb. raccoon life

Right now, all they give you is a range.

I’m not unproud to say I have a bag of Hostess Bakery Petites white fudge-covered cake delights within reach. I only bought them a couple of days ago, and they say “Best Before Feb 01, 2019”.

I don’t remember what’s on a package of Twinkies (I haven’t eaten them for decades), but I’ve seen food that is labled with an expiration month and date, but without a year.

A twinkie a day keeps the chemist busy.

Death by Twinkicide.

The funeral homes do not like Twinky addicts. They die but their smell sweet and they preserve for a long time. They need little preparation. They always have frozen smile of enjoyment on their faces. Other companies are doing the same with their sweets like Ding-Dongs. Hostess Brands is planning on opening a huge multi-million dollar mausoleum of preserved fans for all the world to see. Not sure where maybe in Kentucky, Kansas or Nebraska. You could be there one day…I see a certain raccoon there.

You know, I don’t think I’ve ever seen Hammy hug fat R.J., yet there’s so much to hug.

A line from an old Jefferson Airplane song!