I wasn’t even a fan. I always thought he was pretentious, even before he got big as a house and started selling cheap-ass wine at exactly the right time.
But then he croaked, and I was sad, and didn’t even know why. I guess it’s just because he’d always been there.
I don’t even like Twinkies. Ding-Dongs, yes – when I was chooming (an expression I never heard before the last prez campaign) I was a big fan of Ding-Dongs. But that was a long time ago. Twinkies, meh. Snowballs, never. It’s like eating foam rubber with lots of confectioner’s sugar.
My point – to the extent that I have a point – is that somehow I’m sad about this anyway, even though it really doesn’t matter to me at all. The world moves on, I guess. And it looks like it’s going to have to do it without Twinkies to kick around.