Back in the day, after saving up as much pocket change as a 12 year old could, I would ride my bike down to the corner store with my brother and look over the candy isle... Back and forth, up and down our eyes would scan the colorful sweets but almost always stopped at the boxes set perfectly at eye level... After paying for the red and white boxes, walking outside and then leaning up against the stores front we felt almost like a couple of rebels or just two really cool dudes as passer byers glanced our way probably thinking to them selves something like, "Wow, what mature men they are!" or "Those guys over there are so COOL!!!"...
What did we buy that day and many other days just like it?! I think you have guessed but check out this site here to see for yourself the terrible, terrible truth!