My manager bought a huge bag of assorted chocolate halloween candy for the office. Knowing my hatred of chocolate, she bought me a bag of caramel apple candy corn (it tasted better than it sounds). I didn't have the heart to tell her that I had sworn off of candy corn, thanks to Lewis Black. So I was choking down recycled candy all day. I'm pretty hopped up right now.




***Sidenote: The first time I heard my nephew, T, swear (he was maybe three at the time) was because my genius boyfriend was talking about this skit, and said "Son of a bitch!" and T repeated it, inflection and all. It was the funniest goddamn thing I had ever heard. His father, however, did not think it was quite as funny.