Fekkin' Wotsitsand Monster Munch.
Crush down a whole packet and there is practically nothing there. You pay for a bag of flavoured fucking air that the wonders of science have managed to imbue with a bit of crunch.
Makes you wonder where they hide all the cocking calories.
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Sat 11 Feb 2006, 23:45,
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Crush down a whole packet and there is practically nothing there. You pay for a bag of flavoured fucking air that the wonders of science have managed to imbue with a bit of crunch.
Makes you wonder where they hide all the cocking calories.