Everyone knows no one eats the green ones. Why do they make them? I would rather have none left than a dozen ugly, yucky green ones staring back at me.
I could be in the throws of PMS, I could be overtired and needing a sugar fix, I could be cranky, I could be needing a lift and STILL even if there was no other junk in the house, I WOULD NOT, COULD NOT EAT THE GREEN ONES, SAM I AM, GREEN EGGS AND HAM.
Piss me off.