draliman on life

We’re all taught to share our stuff, yes?

Surely this doesn’t apply to chocolate? Chocolate has a special exemption. Here’s a photo of the back of a large-size (not what I’d call “large size”, in what crazy mixed-up universe is 100g of chocolate “large-size”?) Milky Bar I bought a couple of weeks ago.

Great for sharing, apparently.

I bunged on an episode of Grey’s Anatomy and five minutes later the Milky Bar was in my tummy. All of it.

“Great for sharing?”

As if.

(And if anyone thinks they’re getting a bite of my Easter eggs they can jog on.)