Dave Tomlinson woke up with a black licorice stomach ache.
He had indulged in a stash of two-year-old Halloween candy that he found in his basement and liberally snacked through "Jeopardy" and into prime time programming.
Grimacing, he reached for the wooden bannister and thought he might purchase some wooden Santas to inspire a holiday spirit.
Perhaps the Black Jack gum wasn't stale.
Dave went to have a look.
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