Sweet Tooth

I have a sweet tooth. I really do. It's a super double sweet tooth.

It's more than a sweet tooth. It's like a sweet jaw or sweet skeleton or something.

I love sweet things. Like a lot. 

I won't go out and eat a bowl of agave with grains of sugar swimming in it, that's a lot. That's too much. I don't like things that are sweet sweet sweet, I just like lots of sweets. 

Anyways. I was reflecting on my childhood and the candies I ate then. And I've come up with a list of winning candies and a list of losing candies.

(Honestly, candy is probably my least favorite sweets. I like ice cream and cupcakes, the things that your body really thanks you for, you know...)

Winning:

Caramel Apple suckers.

Losing:

Push pops.

Winning:

War heads.

Losing: 

Sour spray.

Winning: 

Sweet tarts.

Losing:

Fun Dip.

(Actually fun dip can be fun if you eat an entire package in one. It's also painful and dangerous.

At a sleepover last February

 But the candy itself, the concept... kinda gross.)

Other winners:

Candy buttons

Zots

Laffy Taffy

Smarties

Mini candy bars