Found in a dollar store. Junior Mints I can kinda give the benefit of the doubt; it's minty, after all, and that isn't too much of a
stretch on the palate.

But man, HoHo's?
Isn't that kinda disconcerting? I mean, yeah. Age of LipSmackers and stuff, there's a healthy amount of variety in this burgeoning field of lip balm, but...offically liscenced HoHo flavor?

Why the hell is it called "Ho-Balm 100?"

I don't remember that mascot, either; is he new to this endeavor? Does he represent what Hostess' line of HoHos intends to accomplish, to put forth into the world, heralding the arrival of a new golden age of prefabricated demipastrycake? He's poorly dressed like
Robin Hood, or a medieval knight, or a large apple.

His arm seems to be some kind of sentient invertebrate organism. It appears to seek the larger, non-anthropomorphic HoHo, and may or may not be touching it. What is the relationship between these two? Is it a money thing? Long-harbored resentment? Mutual admiration of the works of D.H. Lawrence?

The back lists Mica as an ingredient.

It also advises consultation with a doctor before using on anyone under 6. Goddamn flakey Mica ruins kids' fun or something.

There will be more stuff, too, which reminds me:

Anyone: if you would like to partake in the creation of milk chocolate tofu-ey Jello from Mexico, talk to me about it, and I'll be all like "Yes!" about it. (don't want to do it alone, ...good god.)