Was at Safeway shopping tonight and just inside the door they had a 6 foot high by 8 foot wide wall of Hostess Twinkies! Yum yum yum... I grabbed a box and got my shopping done, and I started eating the Twinkies on my way home (a 30 minute drive). I ate three, and then I ate two more after I got home. I have not had any since Hostess went belly up. I was not aware that they were back until today. I do not normally eat them, and it was an impulsive thing. I mean, they were gone for good for a while. Now they are resurrected. Reading the ingredients on the box here... its pure refined starch, sugar and all the artificial flavoring and coloring that are known to man. I think I am going to be up until 4am from the sugar and artificial ingredient rush I am having, and then I will likely have a hangover tomorrow. But man, do I feel GOOD! I think I will have another one now. Um um um.... I will get a good head start on my holiday stomach this year <pat pat pat>. Damn store manager, taking advantage of all the unsuspecting customers like that. Putting a wall of Twinkies up for all of us to pass by. Who can resist that? Oh man, I think I need a beer chaser now. I am not going to get any sleep tonight. May as well play on the computer for a while... 4 more Twinkies left in the box, I do not think that they are going to last until morning. Though a Twinkie or two for breakfast sounds good. May as well OD on them now and get it over with. Then I will go into a diabetic coma tomorrow and sleep until noon. I have the day off tomorrow anyway. Man, what a buzz. There are 39 separate ingredients in these things. Wheat, yah, I know what that is. I wonder what monoglycerides are? Sorbic acid? That is derived from natural gas, I think. The cellulose gum, Polysorbate 60, and calcium sulfate taste great. Whatever they are. And Red Dye #40 and Yellow dye #5. I think they are both implicated in a lot of heath issues. Something about making kids express compulsive and ADD behavior. Well, I seem to be expressing compulsive ADD behavior myself now. What the hell am I writing about? Oh yes, Twinkies... and the buzz from eating a half a box of them. And what the fork is in them. But now they are in me. How Zen. Zen and the art of eating Twinkies. That will be the name of my great American novel. May as well start writing that tonight... I am not going to get any sleep. But hey, life only comes around once, and you may as well over indulge now and then... eh?