I blame my sister.
Why’s that?
She gave me the Peanut M&M’s. In the 64-ounce jug.
She sounds like a good sister.
She is. Usually.
Hmm. Why’d she give you Peanut M&M’s?
For my birthday.
Ahh. She really is a good sister.
As I said, she usually is. She’s smart and caring, always willing to help.
I don’t see a problem.
She’s also sneaky.
Sneaky? I don’t get it.
Wake up, would you! Peanut M&M’s are an elixir of temptation, and that makes her the Siren of My Temptation.
Why would you say that?
Because I eat the Peanut M&M’s! I eat a lot of them.
You’re being unfair.
What?! Take this latest jug. The nutrition label says it holds 62 servings.
And?
The label also says one serving is 12 candies. I can’t eat just 12 Peanut M&M’s.
A few more than 12 is probably OK.
Look at this jug. By my reasonable standard, I’ve crunched through only four servings. Four!
You, sir, don’t have a sister problem. You are the problem – and the Master of Your Own Gluttony.
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