The Tale of THC and the Mighty Mighty Box-o-Pock
Come sit around the fire and let Kip regale you of the time he gave THC some Pocky.
This story takes place a long time ago, 'round about Wednesday, I believe it was.
Well, I just cracked open a box of Pocky, and this was Men's Pocky, mind you --this is an important detail to the story.
Anyway, so I have one, and it is good.
Being a gentleman, I offer my brother one. "THC", I say, "have a Men's Pocky," so, he grabs at one, and wouldn't you know it... it's broken right at the top, so he only got the tip of one. And once again, I grab out a perfect, unbroken, long stick of Pocky, and tell THC to try again. Now, this time he pulls out another broken, short Pocky stick. I try again and produce another good Pocky. I offer THC to try one more time. With his spirits broken and his manhood shot, he grabs another stick, and...
...for the third time, he pulls out another broken Men's Pocky.
To this day he still believes I set him up. Well you are what you eat after all.
If you don't understand the underlying concept of this story, be sure to PM me and I'll explain it to you.