I know that this is a bit of an aside but many years ago, back in the pre-digital days when the parties were all the rage, I went out with an Ann Summers rep.
To cut a long story short we'd been out on the town one Saturday night and earlier on she'd prepared some chocolate willies for a party the next day using melted cooking chocolate and something that was pretty much an ice cube mould but in the said shape.
Anyway...
Muggins here woke in the early hours of the morning with the munchies and he decided go downstairs and have a look what was in the fridge?
Yup...
There they were, and 'were' became the operative word when she awoke a few hours later to find the moulds stripped of their contents.
Hey, it's chocolate and there are no rules...
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