candy, syrup, taffy, chocolate, cake
Carlos could eat an elephant if only it was drenched in chocolate syrup and topped with whip cream; don't forget the cherry. To say he had a sweet tooth is to say that Armstrong landed on the moon. A sure bet indeed. He walked around town like a heavy legged monster, with a mouth stained with taffy and smeared with candy apple sticky goo. That afternoon, like every afternoon before, Carlos was headed to his usual hot spot: The Dairy Queen. He had the usual - a peace of ice cream cake and a large vanilla swirl shake. What a fatso!
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