If I had a nine year-old daughter who came to me and said "I'm going to be an expired Hershey bar for Halloween," I would fist-pump the air, high-five her Dad, and know she was destined for greatness.
My friend Carey's parents experienced just that, and while I don't know how they reacted, the latter part has proven true. Happy Belated Halloween, Carey. I wish I'd known you as a kid.
|Please note, this bar expired in 1972. That's some bad-ass chocolate.|