My New Joke: "The Snickers Candy Bar"

 Ever thought about the candy bar Snickers? Sure, we all have, its a delicious candy bar.  But what's up with the name? A "snicker" is like a rude, mean kind of laugh. Usually at someone else's expense. So, are you snickering at others while you eat it because you get this delicious chocolaty treat and they don't? Is it because the candy bar company "snickers" at you? Because you are paying them for a big, fat, ass and a mouth full of cavities? How about a candy bar called "Leers," or "Squints," or just get straight to the point and call it "I'm Laughing At Your Pain?"

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