Monday, October 8, 2012

On regrets


Nothing tastes good enough to merit the future regret it will wreak - roto-rootering its way through yards of intestinal fortitude.

Even hotdogs cooked over an open fire in a coven of pine trees up where the air is thin; especially when you refer to them (the dogs, not the trees) as wieners.

2 comments:

mCat said...

True words. No wiener is ever worth it.

Mrs. Organic said...

Truth.