I must warn you readers, this article details intense passion, pain, and a toxic obsessive relationship. Twas an innocent Saturday morn, when two young lasses implored a store owner to find the SOUREST, most tonsil twisting candy he could find. With no luck at the first store the journey began, as they traversed the mountains and valleys of Silverlake to find a candy that would quench their thirst for malic acid. On this fateful day, one CVS presented them with a small, colorful bag innocently advertising to them a myriad of flavors of hard, round candy. Whisking the candy away on a journey, the bunch ended up at the meadows. Little did they know what they had signed themselves up for. Placing one round candy on each of their tongue, the wee juveniles closed their mouths and the battle began. The malic acid tangoed with their taste buds, mauled their mouths, and sizzled their sinuses. The girls refused to endure this pain again, but their hands found their way back into the shiny silver back, magnetically attracted to the stinging spheres at their fingertips. Minutes later, their cakeholes constricted, blues blossomed on the tips of their tongues, tears trickled down their faces. Why had they done this to themselves? Did they know not the powers of the withering Warhead? Their tongue battle wounds shone brightly in the unforgiving LA sunlight. They marched away from the site silently, each girl confronting the aftermath of the encounter and mourning the fallen taste buds, who fought valiantly against the mighty Warhead. Will they ever wager with the Warheads again? Do they dare mambo with the malic acid? Only time will tell…