Your buddy DTB really messed this one up bad.
I already told you all about my ambitious Halloween NBA trivia contest candy giveaway scheme. Basically, the more NBA-related questions the kiddos got right, the more candy they got. The amount doubled with every question, so like 4 pieces for the third question, 8 for the fourth, etcetera. There were 16 questions, and I had enough candy for 20 hypothetical winners.
That, my friends, was way too much candy. It didn’t seem like it when I was buying it, or when the clerk at the store was like “that’s a lot of candy bro, how many kids you expecting tonight?”. Problem is, I’m not really good at estimating big numbers. Once things get past 100 it’s all the same to me. It wouldn’t have even been so bad if these damn kids weren’t so bad at NBA trivia. I didn’t have a single winner the whole night.
So now my place is full of individually wrapped treats, absolutely stuffed to the brim, and I didn’t realize before this whole thing that I don’t even like candy that much. Three or four pieces and I already start feeling a little weird. I tried to eat 100 the day after, just to make a dent in it, and that was a disaster. They were coming back up as fast as I could shove them down. One was even still in its wrapper.
The only bright spot is that Japurri, my favorite little kitty friend, made a nest in one of the big boxes of candy. He won’t help me eat them though, I put some in his bowl and he just looked at me and meowed. He won’t even eat the Twizzlers. I tried incorporating them into my regular meals, like last night was “Spaghetti ala Kit-Kats”, but it was so disgusting I had to throw it out. I’ve still got so much left, I’ve barely made a dent in the mountains of sweets that fill my apartment.
I don’t know what to do.