COMBOS = FIERCELY INTENSE
What more could you freakin ask for in a snack??? Ninjas? Maybe Pirates if that's your style? Heroin? Possibly LSD if you're lucky? No... Nothing that's what. Absolutely nothing is as intense or as fierce as combos' cheese snacks. I have yet to find anything remotely sweeter than little round bite-size cracker junts... filled with little cylinders of cheese? CYLINDERS OF CHEESE? They even come in several varieties, the next one more intense than the one before it. As for the succulent shell it comes in two flavours (yes i use flavours for emphasis): pretzel junt, and bread junt. The sweet nectar that flows on the inside comes in three types of cheeses: pepporoni pizza junt, nacho junt, and plain cheddar junt. My favorite junt ever is pepporoni pizza with the outer bread shell.... ::drools:: Wow i think all food should be made out of combos. Like instead of "Leg of Lamb" you have "Log of Combo", instead of french fries you would be served french combos with little bourets on them, instead of hamburgers you would have combo junts which would be two giant combo crackers with a flat cheese patty in the middle and all comodities would be replaced with different flavored cheese patties, instead of broccoli and cheese you would have combos and cheese, instead of ice cream you would have chilled combos...... I think you get the combo picture.
COMBOS IN ACTION!!!!
I wish I lived in a Combo World. That would sweet action excellent. In fact, I wish the air I breathed was filled completely with little micro Combos so that I could have that intense Combo taste with every breath. Or perhaps if the government nationally recognized how great Combos were and decided to deliver, to your doorstep no less, the amount in pounds of Combos equivalent to how much you weigh every month, man that would be junt. The greatest side dish to Combos is NuGrape or Gatorade. Man here's a typical situation: you're drivin around, you're freakin hot because it's the middle of summer and you have no air condition in your gigantitron child-molestor van, your back's stuck to the seat with sweat and you see a gas station, yes that sweet omnipotent store that is your savior on a day like this.... for on the inside lies the cure to all your hatred and spite and suicidal tendencies: COMBOS AND NUGRAPE. Those small Combos packs are only 69 cents (it usually requires at least two bags to temporarily cure my insatiable craving), and a freakin ice ass cold NuGrape..... damn... I need to throw down on some right now.... crunchin down on those flavorful little crackers and washing it all down with a nice long swig of NuGrape, you look up towards the sky and realize... THERE IS A GOD.