I had my first Hostess Sno Balls on Tuesday. I anticipated an inappropriate overload of marshmallow, but God bless those Hostess people because it was just right…
… and now I hear that Hostess is closing its doors. Hopefully it’s only the US arm of the company and the Canadian division will continue to make all the tasty treats my floppy tits have enjoyed over the years. Yes, I’ve done a lot of research on this because it’s terribly important. Not quite as important as figuring out why my head pillow smells like plum sauce gone bad. Yes, I said head pillow, as opposed to knee pillow which I wedge in the vicinity of my knees, testicles and taint each night to sleep. I’m sure this pillow is miserable. One night I thought I heard it crying, but it turned out it was just me.