Hey, Fata

I have a terrible story about a Flake.

One day at primary school this guy Jake challenged me to a game of pool. Being the competitive type, I accepted his challenge.

I was NEVER home from school late, I always walked directly home usually. But this day was different.

I lost the game.

Jake and I had agreed that the loser had to give the winner a Flake.

I got home late. Mum asked me where I had been and I told her. I didn't have the guts to tell her I had to buy this bloke a Flake.

Anyway.

Next morning came and I said, "I lost at pool and I need a dollar to buy Jake a Flake."

I got a smack on the hand with the wooden spoon.

Jake got his Flake.
 
That's what it looked like but I thought there was maybe something fancy about it.
 
It's not just a "candy bar" you fucking heathen, it's perfection in a yellow wrapper.
 
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