I walk by The Savannah frequently, a South African import kiosk, and I have been known to pick up a Milo bar or two from there, or the rare Grape Fanta. This time, my hunger for exoticism wouldn't be sated by the crumble of a Milo, nor would I be satisfied with a taste of the trappings of my home in the form of grape syrup. This time it had to be new, it had to be you...PS I Love You.
PS I Love You, even though you're a dried out husk on the inside, I'm still into your surface. I wouldn't kick you out of bed for eating dry ass wafers, but I wouldn't kiss you goodnight.