Just aint what they used to be.
When I was a lil girl, I loved these more than anything.
I bought some for prosperity's sake t'other day.
And I opened them to have a cup of tea with this avvo.
I used to pray that my momma would buy them when she went shopping (over bourbons and custard creams)
a. They were yummy
b. Id love having to guess the stick man's sport baked onto said biscuit.
But - horror of horrors.
They. Are. No. Longer. Stick. Men.
They are padded out, wider, more human.
I guess, like me, they are just getting fatter.
Which is what eating biscuits in excess does anyway.
Tra la la la laaaaaaaaaaa.