“Originally aimed at women”, it says here.
Maltesers, then.
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“Originally aimed at women”, it says here.
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The lighter way to enjoy chocolate. Coupled with a TV ad where a lady snuffles a packet and then pats her stomach.
With a catapult?
They don’t say, but it seems a poor alternative to offering the bag. You can fascinate a woman with a bag of Maltesers.
They’ll wear anything on their heads at Royal Ascot.
The price of Maltesers has risen substantially since the papers were full of Ascot regular Mrs Shilling and her ever more elaborate millinery
A lengthy image search has revealed the ladies (bless ’em!) wearing all kinds of things on their heads at Ascot (Damien Hirst shark, French squatting-style toilet, tumbleweed, yellowing Old Man Y-Fronts, Cthulhu, swarm of angry hornets etc.) but not, alas, Maltesers.
How do you make a Maltese Cross?
You push him down a mountain?
Maybe they would open their mouth and you would throw it in.
Very sorry for that but I’ve been asked to stand in for Moose.
Dashed decent of you. There’s a tree I was going to prune later, you know where the loppers are kept (hurrr)
You’re back already! That didn’t take long.
I heard there were songs about chocolate and girls.
Billy Small Chocolate Balls, ehs?
Uncle Joe’s Mint Balls, shurely…
I can just see you in the allotment shed getting your gob around Uncle Joe’s Mint Balls.
Try sitting on the settee next to Mrs Wrongness. The lights are low, a modicum of wine has been supped, Frank Sinatra’s “Songs For Swingin’ Lovers” is playing quietly but potently in the background. Your hand inches closer to hers, your love has never been so strong, the evening is perfect. She looks over, her eyes suddenly black.
“Touch that bag of Maltesers again and I swear I will cut your throat, I will drink your blood and I will laugh as you die”.
I trust you are ok with her touching your maltesers though Lodes?
Anytime she fancies touching my Maltesers is fine by m….
If she moans my name in the heat of intimate congress, be flattered, not angry.
Every cinema visit involves a large bag of Maltesers. Sometimes it’s the main reason why I look forward to a film.
I’m getting “Dancing In The Moonlight” flashbacks..
If anyone can see to sending me a big box of these Maltesers things to Japan, please do.
In the name of research.
(Preferably a very big box full of lots of boxes).
… and a crate of them to Old Siam, please. They’re available here, but only in Squid n’ Seaweed flavour.
You got the job as head waiter then, HP