WILL WORK FOR REESE'S PEANUT BUTTER CUPS

Ever since I was diagnosed with a defective endocrine sytem, the indulgences of life's simple pleasures have eluded me. For the past 5 months I have subscribed to being frugarian and vegetarian as a means to prolong my life here in earth.

But what if you are faced with something that truly weakens you as a man. A longing so great that you get to abandon all rationality, albeit for just one waft of something mundane but absolutely one of the greatest of all mortal sins.

Reese's Peanut Butter Cups.

Like kryptonite, Reese's peanut butter cups has stood the test of time as the greatest weakness modern life has to offer. I mean who couldn't stand a "cup" of pure, salted, firmly impacted grade A peanut butter, blanketed by smooth and slushy milk choclit (the sweet kind you dodo, not the praline kind). For chrissakes I even have reese's website bookmarked so that I can peek through the "factory" once in every little while. By this, I feel life's purpose has been achieved by this gucci bags glorious little cuppa joy. An unmistakable amount of control.

I swear one day, I'll either die from heart disease or you'll find me OD'ing on a ton of reese's. (if and only I decided to leave this life of mine)

Which is why, I felt so "yeah bring it on" when I got invited to go duty free shopping last weekend. For the information of many--Duty Free philippines has the prestige of holding a shelf full of reese's peanut butter cups on one of their hershey stalls. This was more of a reunion than a trip to the grocery--at least for the reese's. So far there are only two places where i consistently see this little critter--Hi-top supermart and Duty Free, that it makes you wonder whether the confection was semi-retired like it's other "nutty" counterparts like payday or baby ruth.

5PM Sunday.

Went past the perfume and other collateral candies spread all over the floorspace. who needs to smell good anyway. As far as I am concerned there is only one variety of kryptonite, and it comes in small orange wrappers.

I walk the aisles seemingly afloat with jet propulsion only to find.....

Out of Stock!!!! AARRRGHHHHHHHH.

If only to satisfy my olfactory desires. Just to see those amazingly formed confections...Just a smell dude.

So to put me out of my self indulgent misery, I skirted thru Duty Free like I was on a psuedo interested treasure hunt. And lo and behold I have dug two finds that taunts the pirate that makes captain Jack Sparrow, er well, Jack Sparrow.

POCARI SWEAT-- I wouldnt want to know POCARI, much more would I want to get a taste of his/her sweat...this bottle of fizz happens to be an energy drink that is so popular in Japan, so says my call center collegue Kevin Smith.

ANTI-MONKEY BUTT POWDER---Never in my whole 33 years of existence would I get to meet this gem of a discovery.

One of these days I shall get myself one of these and apply it generously to my boss' hairy ass.