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I am sooo disappointed
I like chocolate. I like chocolate a lot. I like almost every form of chocolate. When several friends told me about this wonderful chocolate bar they had bought, I thought I would buy one - just to support my friends, you understand, of course. So I bought a Lindt's 85% Cocoa Bar. (I know the link is from the US but I couldn't find an Australian one so there you go).
I break a piece off, ready to share in the ecstasy, to experience the exquisite taste and "Ewwwwwwwwwwww!" (notice 12 w's - a really bad sign!) Just. Not. Not. Ever. No. Way. No. How. This was not nice - and now I have an inedible chocolate bar (isn't that an oxymoron?) in the fridge, just taunting me with its chocolatey goodness, mocking me with its glossy dark squares and I CAN'T EAT IT. Damn!!
ETA: 18/10/06 - took the "inedible" chocolate into work to share with co-workers just to demonstrate how appalling it was. The first (female) co-worker who ate a piece to went into an ecstatic trance, tears in her eyes, so intense that I wondered if she was going to have a little "private lady moment" right there and then at my desk. I was so afraid of the power of the dark bar (sorry ... I just ... couldn't ... so sorry ...) that I didn't offer any more out and now have that evil malevolent Bar of Doom once again sitting in my fridge. It mocks me, it taunts me, my precioussssssss (again ... sorry ... with the... and the ... just so very sorry).
I think have to go - I hear a voice calling me
I break a piece off, ready to share in the ecstasy, to experience the exquisite taste and "Ewwwwwwwwwwww!" (notice 12 w's - a really bad sign!) Just. Not. Not. Ever. No. Way. No. How. This was not nice - and now I have an inedible chocolate bar (isn't that an oxymoron?) in the fridge, just taunting me with its chocolatey goodness, mocking me with its glossy dark squares and I CAN'T EAT IT. Damn!!
ETA: 18/10/06 - took the "inedible" chocolate into work to share with co-workers just to demonstrate how appalling it was. The first (female) co-worker who ate a piece to went into an ecstatic trance, tears in her eyes, so intense that I wondered if she was going to have a little "private lady moment" right there and then at my desk. I was so afraid of the power of the dark bar (sorry ... I just ... couldn't ... so sorry ...) that I didn't offer any more out and now have that evil malevolent Bar of Doom once again sitting in my fridge. It mocks me, it taunts me, my precioussssssss (again ... sorry ... with the... and the ... just so very sorry).
I think have to go - I hear a voice calling me

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