Also, because I am earwormed and those capable should be too...
Sing the Smarties Song!
When you eat your Smarties,
Do you eat the red ones last?
Do you suck them very slowly,
Or crunch them very fast?
Eat that candy-coated chocolate,
But tell me when I ask,
When you eat your Smarties,
Do you eat the red ones last?
shakes head pityingly.
Ah, you poor, poor creatures. Brainwashed into embracing the M&M over yummy chocolatey goodness.
shakes head pityingly.
That's a known side-effect from eating those inferior M&M wannabe thingies.
Julie, what are you still doing up?
The smartie dot com thing is because the UK company Rowntree's sold the Smarties name to an American company a long time ago.
...those inferior M&M wannabe thingies.
But why would anything wannabe an M&M? That would be crazy. Wanting to be a Thornton's Continental Truffle, this I could understand. But wanting to be an M&M? Next you'll be praising Hershey's kisses! Pah!
Oh, I wish I were a Peanut M&Mmmie
That is what I'd truly like to beeeee
Not really. If I had to wish, I'd wish I were an apple tree.
M&Ms are just special and wonderful you sillies.
Smarties, otoh, are too flat. You could never stick a peanut in a Smartie.
Is now the time to start trotting out my "I have been to M&M world and it was fucking great" stories?
Most of them end with the telephone conversation between the friend with whom I was in Vegas and the boy.
Her: "Three freaking floors of it."
Him: "sorry?!?!"
Her: "Three freaking floors"
Him: "No..."
Her: "Three. freaking. floors."
Him: "I heard"
Her: "Three! FREAKING! Floors!"
Him: "Now see? I never would have gone in in the first place."
I loved M&M world. They had the best tshirts (EVA!) and M&M's"® COLORWORKS® I've never seen a Smarties memorial to match it.
You could never stick a peanut in a Smartie.
Another point in favour of the Smartie.
Another point in favour of the Smartie.
Here comes your ugly legume prejudice, rising to the surface. Tsk.
Next you'll be praising Hershey's kisses! Pah!
Not so much, unless they're pressed into the center of the peanut butter cookies my s-i-l T makes, which are to die for, in fact, they're enough to put up with T for.