I imagine it went something like this...
Dave the unemployed Whispa executive gets a call from Cadburys HQ. It's time for you to get back on the horse Dave, they say. Better sober up son. Two cadburys management types bust through his bedsit door and throw him in the cold shower. It's the festival crowd, Dave. They've demanded the Whispa. Within a week Dave's snorting cocoa powder off of Berty Bassett's thighs and riding around in his newly refurbished Delorean.
Anyway... they remain disgusting.
I should know. I just ate one.
Here's a picture of it.
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I didn't know it had gone let alone come back.
Oh man must be all the selling out I've been doing recently. I don't notice what the little people are up to.
Yeah... and i give you the chance to redeem yourself with a witty and clever comment...
You're all about the giving. In a fully gay way that was funnier before you came out.
Hilarious in that pre-teenage scrawled on pencil case aesthetic.
Ah! Those were the days.
but what does it look like without the wrapper?
Is the latter half of October and all of November the new Septmber?
Dude... "Wispa" the picture even spells it out for you.
man i found it soo funny. al try reading all yo stuff.
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