...biting into a hollow malted milk ball?
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2 comments:
I agree totally. I don't care where I am; if a bite into a hollow malted milk ball I have to spit it out. I do, however, know a weirdo who says those are his favorite. Big Bopper, you say?
I'm sorry. Anyone that likes being suprised by a malted milk balls with out any 'balls' has issues.
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