"After she ran them down, she got out of the car and lit a cigarette like a movie star," he said. She watched the boys "just lying there," McPhee said.
WTF?
Dark chocolate? Hell yes!
Not a huge fan of caramel, unless it's on an apple or mixed with some nuts. However I like the Harold Z suggestion of throwing these damn kisses in with some ice cream.
The kid is going to rip his shoulder out of it's socket by trying to tackle the Big J.
Then Jesus will heal him and all is well again. Amen.
I bet he didn't heal him until after he scored a TD and did the JC shuffle.