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A king size Mars is too big, anyway. A normal one is just large enough so that by the end of it, you're thinking "if there was any more of this I'd feel sick, but there isn't, phew". And you're okay.
You get near the end of a king size Mars and you're thinking "all this caramel's getting a bit much" (and remember - lower surface area to volume ratio means more caramel, less chocolate) and you realise that there's still an inch left. So you chew onwards and finish off the last bit, because it would be bad not to, right? think of all the starving children in Africa, and it feels like you've coated your insides with syrup and lard, like when you ate a whole box of Miniature Heroes at Easter. You've spoilt any happiness you might have got from a smaller Mars, just because you were a greedy pig.
And you've got CJD to worry about too. |
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