“BROWN M&Ms could be here” he thought, “I've never been in this neighborhood before. There could be BROWN M&Ms anywhere.” The cool wind felt good against his bare chest. “I HATE BROWN M&Ms” he thought. The Candy Man reverberated his entire car, making it pulsate even as the $10 chocolate liqueur circulated through his powerful thick veins and washed away his (merited) fear of dark chocolates after dark. “With a car, you can knock the peanut out of the yellow guy” he said to himself, out loud.

@briar @KiKi88 all m&ms are brown on the inside

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@KiKi88 @briar all i can think of while looking at this is trump