It's changed throughout the years, but at one time I was a really big bubble gum ice cream fan. I'd spit the bubble gum pieces in a cup and then collect them.
I'm never without Nerds and peanut M&M's. I have a sweet tooth! I have an unlimited supply on hand at home, but the candy packs in my purse are not for sharing.
Mama gives you money for Sunday school, you trade yours for candy after church is through.
A lot of my fans know that I love candy. I eat candy all day.
There's not a single person who loves Nestle Crunch more than I do.
I'm a huge candy fan. My favorite growing up was always Sour Belts or Sour Straws.
If I see a roll of Bubble Tape, a bag of Haribo Gold-Bears or a pouch of green-apple Big League Chew, I'm eleven again.
Growing up, I ate a lot of candy. If you were my dentist, you would know that, you know, but I eat a lot of candy, so from eight to probably, like, 15, you wouldn't see me without a pack of Skittles.
A $10 million windfall? At today's prices, I'd feel almost as rich as I did one day in 1936 when I found a dime on the sidewalk and blew the whole wad on 20 Mary Jane candy bars, a box of jujubes, and a double feature.
I had been terrified of Halloween my entire adult life. Loved it as a kid, but the minute I got out of college, there were little kids at my door demanding candy, which, No. 1, I couldn't afford, and, No. 2, if I had candy, it would be mine.
I wasn't allowed to have sugar as a kid. We didn't have candy or soda, or anything, so Easter and Halloween were my favorite times 'cause I could eat as much candy as I wanted. So, we would do the baskets, and my sister and I would go crazy.
If you come into my house, it looks like I went to Costco and Dylan's Candy and every candy store and I just have glass jars filled with chocolate. I just love chocolate.
When I was little, I used to suck the candy coating off of Advil and spit the white part back in the bottle.
Milk Duds and Hot Tamales are what I love.
I cannot walk past Peanut Butter M&Ms and Oreos.
I have a pretty terrible sweet tooth.
My dad's been giving me Snickers since I was six years old. Since I first turned amateur, my dad's been giving it to me.
New Rule: Someone must x-ray my stomach to see if the Peeps I ate on Easter are still in there, intact and completely undigested. And I'm not talking about this past Easter. I'm talking about the last time I celebrated Easter, in 1962.
I shop for candy instead of clothes!
I feel like I filled a niche for myself as a candy freak, trying to find candies all around the world that I couldn't find.
