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Leave After Eight wrappers in the box so that gradually finding the chocolates becomes a game of chance.
I must admit to similar (maybe worse) behaviour when I was a kid, at Christmas time.
I've never particularly liked peanuts themselves, but I like the initial salty taste of salted peanuts. So I used to suck the salt off the peanuts and put them back in the bowl.
I can't help about the shape I'm in, I can't sing I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to
You big minger!
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In my defence the above behaviour was when I was about 5 or 6
I can't help about the shape I'm in, I can't sing I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to
I don't think there's an adult human alive who can truthfully claim to have committed no mingery whatsoever at that age. I certainly couldn't.
I stick by my point about the After Eights/empty wrappers though, it's a rogues' trick.
As you said. Most of us have done something pretty manky as a kid at some point or another. I just chose to post it on an Internet forum
I can't help about the shape I'm in, I can't sing I ain't pretty and my legs are thin
But don't ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to
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Yes.
Mrs 66 always folds her sweet wrappers several times lengthwise until they are about 4mm wide then makes little bow ties from them before stacking them neatly beside the tin. Little works of art.
I roll mine into balls and flick them at the dog who, being a dog, thinks everything small and round is to be eaten - which saves me going to the bin.