It's the end of the world...
Every year for Easter, everyone in my family gets a big bag of jelly beans from my mom. My bag is usually filled with tangerine and cherry flavored beans because at some point my mom combined my brother's and my favorites into one unholy duo of flavor. Typically I will pick out and eat all the tangerine ones and leave the cherry flavored beans in a desk drawer for sugar emergencies, i.e. when I am desperate enough to ignore the taste. I counted the bags this morning and came to a grand total of five. Yes, that would translate into roughly five years worth of beans and not a stale bag in the bunch (I taste tested for the sake of scientific accuracy). You do realize what this means, right? When the roaches survive the nuclear holocaust that ends all other life as we know it, they will be able to live for years off of the leftover supplies of peeps, candy corn, and jelly beans.