So, to make use of the interwebz while I have them, I have decided to post about something I had stored in the vault for a rainy day.
Remember Charlie and the Chocolate Factory? Remember Willy Wonka, the recluse candy mogul that needed an heir to his candy fortune, so he sent out golden tickets? Remember the kids licking the penis flavored wallpaper?
I came across this article, which found an later, little known work of Ronald Dahl, author of Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. The 1979 book My Uncle Oswald was apparently Mr. Dahl's foray into "adult fiction".....more of a 50 Shades kind of fiction, if you get my drift.
Mr. Dahl revisited the word "snozzberries", which he used in describing the flavor of the wallpaper in the Factory. Except this time, someone was grabbing a dude's snozzberry....and twisting. Here's a hint: Only dudes have snozzberries. Yeah. Makes you wonder about James and his Giant Peach too, doesn't it? Or the BFG?
Welcome to the land of ruined childhoods. Seating One?
Edit: forgot the fucking article link. Dumbass.