Maybe there are some people in the world who practice moderation when it comes to chocolate. Maybe those people should die in a fire, because I am not one of them. I have walked into Coldstone Creamery and ordered a large chocolate cake batter ice cream filled with triple Oreos, chocolate chips, and hot fudge, and that’s still not enough chocolate for me.
To me, chocolate is comfort. It’s happiness and warmth and sunny days. Chocolate is the best part of dinner, the reason to wake up from a nap, the way to relax after an amazing round of bedroom gymnastics. It can be cold or hot, solid or fluid, large or small, and it doesn’t matter.
I don’t think it’s possible to be angry while eating chocolate. Just taking a bite out of it will make you smile and make your heart chuckle. If we just airlifted crates of Hershey bars into war zones, the wars would be over in a matter of minutes as everyone just remembered what life is really about . . . porn. I mean, chocolate.
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