“How did she die?” asked Sprite.
“Alice worked at a Nestle factory,” replied Lucy. “She was crushed under a pallet of chocolate. When she tried to attract attention by shouting “The milky bars are on me,” everyone cheered.”
“Cripes,” gasped Sprite. “That’s not sugarcoating it.”
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Little Fears 
Yet another groan! This is getting to be a habit.
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And you know it’s music to my ears, Marge!
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Working nights and that just gave me a real chuckle!
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Arf, awesome.
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You’re just choc-full of good ones today.
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Oof, badumtish!
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Haha
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🙂 😛
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Haha, that really tickled me! “The Milky Bars are on me!” dies
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Haha, excellent, man. 🙂
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Death by Chocolate…classic case of death by fantasy.
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Haha, yup!
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Very entertaining. I’m not good at puns myself which is why I appreciate other people’s (and I enjoy groaning).
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Oo, I do love making people groan!
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If she’d been hit by sugared almonds you could have said “nuts”!
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I might have, or I might have snicker’d. 😛
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Lol, were snickers marathon bars before?
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Wasn’t snickers marathon bars before?
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I failed miserably to find a suitable superlative!
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Ooof.
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Actually had to look them up to get the reference, hilarious!
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Arf, sorry!
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OMG!! Baaaahahahaha!!! 😂
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😛 😛 😛
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Absolutely loved this. What brilliant and a vivid imagination…. ✌️
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Thank you. 🙂
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😄😄
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😛 😛
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Heavy… O_O
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Tis a bit!
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