Melts in your mouth, fucks up your cycle
Paul and I went to the supermarket a few weeks ago, and we parked next to a minivan that had a couple of utes in it two pre-teen white kids dressed in high rapper style. They had hip-hop blaring from the radio while Mom shopped inside.
"Look," I said to Paul, dancing a little jig of delight, "tiny white rappers!"
Paul paused, cocked his head to one side, and corrected me: "Peanut Eminems."
That is what I thought of yesterday when I asked him to tell me how large 19 mm is. Sure, he could have just said my cyst was about three-quarters of an inch. But because he knows my limitations well, he chose instead to use an example I could relate to: a peanut M&M.