My wife feels that way about the blue ones. She refuses to eat them and mourns the light brown ones that were sacrificed to make room for blue.I like them all except orange. I cannot eat orange M&M’s. Orange M&M’s are wrong. They should have not made an M&M that has the same name as a fruit and it not taste like that fruit. That’s just wrong as rain.
So who all separates their M&M’s into separate color piles and eats one color at a time? Don’t be bashful.....
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The best tasting ones are the ones I steal from Trick-or-treaters. Stand there and cry you little beggar. Tears enhance the flavor.
What did you get for Halloween? A free life lesson.
And then people wonder why people go nuts and kill others, maybe it's the M&M's.
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....Orange M&M’s are wrong. They should have not made an M&M that has the same name as a fruit and it not taste like that fruit. That’s just wrong as rain.
Why do you assume I'm stoned at all? I COULD just be a non-conformist, or just someone who thinks outside the box.
Whenever I get a package of plain M&Ms, I make it my duty to continue the strength and robustness of the candy as a species. To this end, I hold M&M duels.
Taking two candies between my thumb and forefinger, I apply pressure, squeezing them together until one of them cracks and splinters. That is the "loser," and I eat the inferior one immediately. The winner gets to go another round.
I have found that, in general, the brown and red M&Ms are tougher, and the newer blue ones are genetically inferior. I have hypothesized that the blue M&Ms as a race cannot survive long in the intense theater of competition that is the modern candy and snack-food world.
Occasionally I will get a mutation, a candy that is misshapen, or pointier, or flatter than the rest. Almost invariably this proves to be a weakness, but on very rare occasions it gives the candy extra strength. In this way, the species continues to adapt to its environment.
When I reach the end of the pack, I am left with one M&M, the strongest of the herd. Since it would make no sense to eat this one as well, I pack it neatly in an envelope and send it to M&M Mars, A Division of Mars, Inc., Hackettstown, NJ 17840-1503 U.S.A., along with a 3x5 card reading, "Please use this M&M for breeding purposes."
This week they wrote back to thank me, and sent me a coupon for a free 1/2 pound bag of plain M&Ms. I consider this "grant money." I have set aside the weekend for a grand tournament. From a field of hundreds, we will discover the True Champion.
There can be only one.
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Somebody needs a job.