I finished off the last of the leftover Easter candy this weekend. Totally dominated that candy. Just kept popping into my mouth all weekend long until it was gone. That Easter candy didn't stand a chance.

It was a poor sport, too. It was all, "Don't act like you're all that, C, it's almost June. You should have been through with us a month ago."

So I was all, "Shut up, Easter candy. Your ass is grass. In my mouth." Then I rammed a handful of it in my Easter candy hole.

Wish the Easter candy would have taken its beating like a man, but whatever. No skin off my back. Not my fault I totally destroyed it. I wonder when or if it will ever learn. Easter candy doesn't stand a chance against me.

I win again, Easter candy!