Yet who can ever really let go of that yellow cake riddled with greasy goodness and those strange little holes on the bottom and that fluffy filling, made of who knows what? Probably better that we didn't know what it was made of!
“I open that door so slowly, take a peek up north and south,
then I pull out a Hostess Twinkie, and I pop it in my mouth...”
“I'm afraid someday they'll find me just stretched out on my bed,
With a handful of Pringles potato chips and a Ding Dong by my head!”