robbery

having spent a great deal of time in the hostess bakery growing up in erie, pennsylvania, i know the difference between acceptable and unacceptable hostess products. last night, passion and i took in some of the annual music industry orgy that is cmj in williamsburg, brooklyn. after watching a couple of bands whose average age was approximately 18, we retired to a bodega to grab some "goodies" for our train ride home. my choice was a "bonus 3-pack" of twinkies, with their spongy goodness and ample, sweet cream. long story short, i ripped the package open and consumed my first bite of twinkie goodness, when i immediately noticed that something was missing. there was no filling in my twinkie! thats right, no filling, just sugary cake. that is laurel with no hardy, joe without the pa. i am not sure what the meaning of this anecdote is, but that is downright un-american!