However, that pointless expedition did not involve the continual suppression of the acceleration pedal. This one did, and caused muscle spasms while at it.
As the alcohol-infused treats gradually disintegrated in the hollows of our mouths, it immediately became clear why the tiny boxes was ranked as their top seller. The exterior was smooth, with a subtle sweetness and caressing bitter aftertaste, while the filling was rich, indulgent, and addicting. Crafted from ice wines of the Niagara region, the contents possessed indescribable body and a beatinest, luxurious depth that percolated into the atmosphere with utmost nonchalance.