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I'm British and grew up in the 90s, so I'm therefore conditioned to think Ferrero Rocher is the single fanciest thing on the fucking planet despite knowing full well there's no way that is the case.
Gimme that pyramid of foil-wrapped nutty chocolate spheres and I will be a king
I feel the same way about Viennetta ice cream.
I used to think that, but I somehow felt more poor when I actually ate it.
Not grey poupon?
Damn that's so true. It's not even that expensive of a candy and you can buy it everywhere yet still it feels like a luxurious rarity. I guess that bastard Ferrero knew what he was doing.
That ambassador, eh? He's spoiling you.
But ser! Wizz theez Rocher, you arr spoiling us!