mr cadbury met mrs rountree on a double decker, it was after eight when they got off at quality street, he asked her name, polo im the one with the hole she said with a wisper, im marathon the one with the nuts he replied, he touched her cream eggs and slipped his hand into her snickers, he fondled her flapjacks and she rubbed his tic tacs, it was a fab moment as she screamed in turkish delight and he shot his chewy centre, but three days later his shurburt dib dab started to itch, turns out mrs rowntree had been with berty basset and he's got feckin allsorts!

haha good one Paul, have a look here theres a few more

awww! he beat me to it