The variety in this thread brought back this memory for some reason...
It was another PAYDAY and I was tired of being a MR. GOODBAR. So when I saw Ms. HERSHEY standing behind the POWERHOUSE on the corner of CLARK and FIFTH AVENUE. I whipped out my WHOPPER and whispered, "Hey, SWEETTART. How would you like to CRUNCH on my BIG HUNK for a MILLION DOLLAR BAR?"
Well she immediately went down on my TOOTSIE ROLL and, you know, it was like pure ALMOND JOY. I couldn't help but grab her delicious MOUNDS 'cause it was easy to see that this little TWIX had the RED HOTS. It was all I could do to hold back a SNICKER and a CRACKLE as my BUTTERFINGER went up her tight little KIT KAT and she started to scream, "OH HENRY! OH HENRY!"
Soon, she was fondling my PETER PAUL and ZAG NUTS and I knew it wouldn't be long before I blew my MILK DUDS clear to MARS and give her a taste of the old MILKY WAY. She asked if I was into M&Ms. I said, "Hey! CHICKLET, no kinky stuff."
I said, "Look you little REESE PIECE, don't be a ZERO; be a LIFESAVER. Why don't you take my WATCHAMACALLIT and slip it up your BIT-O-HONEY?" Oo what a piece of JUICYFRUIT she was too. She screamed, "Oh, CRACKERJACK! You're better than the THREE MUSKATEERS!" As I rammed my DING DONG up her ROCKY ROAD into her PEANUT BUTTER CUP.
Well, I was giving it to her GOOD & PLENTY when all of a sudden, my STARBURST. Yeah, as luck would have it, she started to grow a bit CHUNKY and complained of a WRIGLEYS in her stomach. Sure enough, nine months later, out popped a BABY RUTH.
Mr Goodbar took Mrs Butterfinger behind the powerhouse and laid her on the Rocky Road. Mr Goodbar stuck his tootsie roll in her Uno. By the time Mr Lifesaver could get there it was already too late, Mrs Butterfinger had had three musketeers and a baby Ruth and all she could say was oh Henry, that was good & plenti.