I mean, I'm the first to admit it. I write almost all of my reviews naked, or when I'm feeling dandy, in a pair of boxers. I can regularly reference my awesome sex life just as easily as I can write about gourmet potato chips, and I curse about as much as a fucking taxi driver.
So it's not really child-safe. There are bright graphics and photos of delicious edibles, but it's really more of a site for the gently educated, yet inquisitive adult. However, due to my recent website statistics, my publicist tells me I need to reach the highly coveted 9 mo-12 years, white, mildly obese demographic in order to keep up website hits. None of this is true. But I got a sample of this chocolate for children at the Fancy Food Show and felt like reviewing it.

Similar to my brief stint in amputee-related pornography, the satisfaction in this chocolate bar is ephemeral, and like the cum-stained days of my legless past, lingers on my palate and leaves my mind heavy with thoughts, nay, dreams, of what could have been. If I had a child, I wouldn't bother giving them this, opting for only the finest Swiss chocolate and laudanum bar money could buy. Save this for the Whole Foods hipsters and get yourself a Hershey bar. Or better yet, an Amano.

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