Of course, edible cars displayed in showrooms would have to be printed with a "Drive By" date in order to guarantee freshness. And I imagine they wouldn't last as long as metal cars, unless you parked them in a big fridge every evening instead of a garage. Even then, three months would be your maximum. Not that this would be a problem. Chocolate and marzipan are comparatively inexpensive compared to metal, so you could replace the whole thing quite cheaply, having first of all dined out on it, if you wished.
This freshness aspect would probably put an end to the second hand car trade, however. There's no way you could pass off a stale car as being new, and it wouldn't matter how many careful owners it had had. If any shady salesman tried the "Look at this pristine condition Volvo, John. Fresh as the day it was baked - just one previous lady owner" patter, you'd be able to take a close look and see the maggots crawling out. The smell would probably be enough to put you off.
Edible cars would be a lot cheaper to repair, too, if small accidents took place. For instance, if you had a scrape, you'd simply take the car to a baker to be re-iced. Or you could even do it yourself. And high-speed road accidents would no longer be fatal. The consequence of what would in effect be two lumps of chocolate and marzipan colliding would probably be a new confectionery creation rather than a wreck.
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How would someone of my considerable girth fit into such a machine?I would need to eat the doors.Cyber stalker creepy Chicken McNuggets is watching (but just regurgitates on MyT) So a special message to him. **** you!LL.M Cantab indeed.Up the Gurkhas!
I can't understand what it is you're doing in the gym if you still have such substantial girth. I, myself, have the physique of a Greek god thanks to my regular workouts.
Serious weightlifting.Powerlifting.That is why my legs needed X rays. Results soon.
Which Greek God Joe?Aphrodite?
Hercules, of course.
Surely Apollo with your puny arms?
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