I'm certain that whoever won this golden Twinkie spent every day afterwards with that thing in his mouth, just gnawing and sucking on it.

Every day.

For the rest of his life.

Until he died.

The golden twinkie was in the box? Wouldn't that be significantly heavier and therefore easier to guess which box had it?

I like how excited that kid is to litter at the beginning, followed by the inevitable disappointment involved in keeping the environment clean.

Also - you've got to love an era where dictating exactly when your children can eat their fattening hostess snack-cakes is crucial to being a good parent.

Oh yeah, I forgot that Ron Paul worked for Hostess marketing.

I would like to write an epic novel about whoever found it, in the style of magical realism.

"That's a big twinkie."

feels like a dupe if you drop the golden twinkie promotion
http://www.poetv.com/video.php?vid=35676

Wouldn't a golden twinkie just be a malformed gold bar?

It's Mominatrix!