Today I was sat at my desk when from within my drawer I heard an ominous deep vibration, a sound which I have been ignoring for that last 4 hours.
"I am Twix man! All ye behold at my mighty combination of both confectionery and baked good! Bow down at my dazzling combination of textures in a wonderfully tasty explosion!"
"But alas sir Twix man, you are but a fun sized shadow of your former glory..."
"Indeed this may be true, but this makes me more special. For I am safer and will be easily defeated and cancelled out by this evenings sweat busting gym session. I am safe for you and you WILL love me..."
So there it was. An impenetrable argument that cannot really disputed.
From Under the Ivy Tree: Snippets of confusion from a life more ordinary
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