Whether you call them belly-bombers, whitey one-bites, sliders or slyders, I call them a little slice of heaven. And since I can only get them in the grocer's freezer out here in Las Vegas, I rarely get to staunch my craving. Still, I'm not sure a White Castle hamburger-scented candle is the answer. . .
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White Castle Offers New Scented Candle To Stupidly Buy When You’re Stumbling Home Drunk
Ahh, the sweet, unmistakable “steam-grilled-on-a-bed-of-onions scent of America’s first fast-food hamburger,” aka, the smell of always-poor drunken decisions of yesteryear that manage to occur spaced far enough apart that you can’t remember how unpleasant the previous time was, decide to do it again, and wake up in the morning instantly reminded of why you shouldn’t do that. . .
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