I know how to have the Perfect Break with Nestle, even if I did join the resistance with Muse, and enlisting with the Army, where I helped Ben Stiller shoot bad guys in the Tropics. After confessing all to the Skinny Cow, I had a face transplant and ended up looking like Madonna, just to become a spy like James Bond, which somehow lead to teaming up with Maria Sharapova to play some tennis with Nike.
I went to visit the famous Cadbury Fate, where I just fed all my facebook buddies to a pair of giant Nicorette lips, which got out of hand with throwing of guitars and popcorn from AOL. Which has left me playing with Elastoplast hippos and dragons ever since.
