Today I toasted my bread in an effort to spice up what must be my 100th turkey sandwich of the year. It succeeded in adding only a little zing to a meal that was otherwise joylessly consumed at my desk. Even the bag of Fritos I bought, usually a sure-fire way to crank up the excitement-o-meter, only contributed a modicum of spice to the proceedings. The days and accompanying sandwiches are but a blur, each bleeding samelessly into the next.
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Ah, but wasn't that first turkey sandwich pure bliss? Remember how good it was? Unfortunatley, turkey is much like crack in that you can never again attain that first incredible high.
The best you can hope for is to switch to some other animal meat for a while, and then come back to turkey for a fresh fix. It will, however, not be the same.
My best of luck to you sir.
That tears it. I'm running back to the soothing embrace of the hot dog.
Maybe you can run back to the soothing embrace of the days when your posts were remotely funny
Ouch. Nothing like brotherly love.
"Critics are like eunuchs in a harem: they know how it's done, they've seen it done everyday, but they're unable to do it themselves."
Stop me before I quote again.
I am the crafty eunuch so lovingly portrayed by the late Mr. Hines in that wonderful Mel Brooks classic, History of the World, fully functional, yet replace his hilariously long tongue with my sharp barbed tongue of truth.
This post is lame
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