Bad M+M

I slept on an M+M again last night. 

The M+M, cleanest member of the chocolate family, designed for the US Defense Department for just that reason, to be shipped overseas during the Big One to melt in our boys' mouths and not in their hands, but a full night of the heat and pressure of being under me is of course too much even for the mighty M+M.  It finally gave way to the nature of its inner self and looks for all the world like a bullet hole when one wakes up in the morning having slept upon it, usually in the upper body or thorax region.

In the early morning confusion of just having woke from sleep, and perhaps a dream, to go to the toilet and find a bullet hole still sticky in one's mid section can cause quite a stir, I mean if you give way to the natural urge to scream in panic, "My god I’ve been shot!"

This kind of early morning outburst is good for no one - not the person clutching their side howling for emergency assistance, running in and out of other people's bedrooms, nor the family rudely woken from their own Sunday morning sleep by what seems to be a bullet shot man.

And that this was not the first time I have been tricked by an M+M.  You might think I would ready for the tricks of a melty M+M.  But no one is ready for such a thing at 5:30 in the morning.

So beware, for all the good it will do you.