The vending machine at work is broken. I have mixed feelings about this technical malfunction. On one hand, it stopped me from buying that 3 Musketeers bar I wanted this afternoon. On the other hand, I really wanted that 3 Musketeers bar. And if I had another hand it would be holding a baseball bat and smashing in the glass on that vending machine. Good thing I didn’t grow up next to a nuclear power plant, eh? Three arms would be very handy (heh), but where would I buy my clothes? Honestly, I don’t get food cravings that much anymore, but we all have moments of weakness and low-blood-sugar-induced vandalism sprees, right? Anyone remember if the Twinkie defense actually worked?
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