M&M's the Epic Story
Sometimes, whenever I eat M&Ms, I like to hold two m&m's in between my fingers, and squeeze as hard as I can until one m&m cracks.
I eat the cracked one, and the one that didn't crack becomes the champion, well of course it is.
Then I grab the other m&m, and force it to compete with the champion in this deadly game of m&m gladiators, where my finger tips are the colosseum arena for that purpose.
I do this until I run out of m&m's, and when there is only one m&m left standing.
At this very moment, comes the inside voices whispering...
(....... hmmm no not really Whispering ... Demanding ... yes demanding sounds more like it)
At this very moment, comes the inside voices, demanding, me to send a letter to m&m's factory, addressed to the brand manager himself, with that champion titled m&m in it, with a note attached that reads:
"Please use this m&m for breeding purposes".
Well ... I'm late for my important date with my girlfriend, it's her birthday, and I really need to go.
We don't know for sure how old is she.
And we don't know for sure if she is a she in the first place.
She is imaginary anyway, and please stop asking nonsense questions please, will you???
I'm going anyway.