Breaking Off A Piece

So I ate a Whatchamacallit on Saturday.

I had a whole little ditty thought up about how I used to eat them as a kid because of their name and really nothing else.

I was going to talk about how I just sort of forgot to keep eating Whatchamacallits and it was never out of spite but more I just grew into a different person and I’m so sorry.

I was going to talk about how it was nice to eat a Whatchamacallit and how I was so happy that circumstance was such that I got a chance to run into one again.

I was going to talk about how Whatchamacallit was a pretty tasty candy bar and I have nothing bad to say about them and I have a lot of respect for them actually we’re still good friends.

Then I found something out. I’ve decided to talk about something different …

… just after I eat a Krackel on Tuesday.

(Sorry about the tease. I don’t plan on making this a habit. I’m the worst.)

EDIT: Apparently there’s an h after the first W in Whatchamacallit (h/t: Sara Bar). I take back what I said about having a lot of respect …