Now ya’ll know THEflyGIRL is baby-less (unless you count Charlie Murphy), but sometimes I look at my niece and nephew and wonder what we’re all doing now, that they will one day look back and  say, “WTH were you thinking?”

Enter candy cigarettes. 

I remember buying a pack from the cmber This?orner store and walking about all day with the pack in my pocket, occasionally pulling them out and puffing (chewing) on the ones that weren’t broken. And wait, remember how if you used to blow real hard into them, “smoke” would come out the end. 

Damn. What else did they do to us?