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.

thanks bbg

The genius in jamiroquai's lyricism lies in the vague symbolism which allows us to use it as a "jamiroquai" to decoding our own life. as we analyze the lyrics we deduce universal truths from our own system of ethics.

vro hinks it ummy ime

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had a smoke with this guy and fell asleep on his chest. i dreamt he took the place of my ex and i cried into his arms while he told me i wasnt good enough. i wouldnt call myself gay after that but it definitely changed my perspective.