Any Town, USA. It is time to celebrate America. It is time to lay down our political differences and grab a bag of the triumphant triangles of tri-color goodness. What goes better with peanuts? Well, chocolate, of course...But, besides that? Don't answer that, Boston. We know your half-baked answer. Hooray for Candy Corn! Do you know where it originated? Neither do we. Why? It just doesn't matter. Say it with us. It just doesn't matter. It just doesn't matter! Because at the end of the day, you can still make yellow vampire teeth and laugh the night away with the biggest sugar-rush headache of your life. Candy Corn. Corn Chips. Chips Ahoy. Ahoy Mates. Covfefe. It all makes sense now. Candy Corn is the answer. (Editors Note: Skippy, the newly acquired writing intern, was found surrounded by empty bags of candy corn in a pool of his own sugary sick this morning after finishing this entry. He will be taking a few days off.)