Life is like a box of dirty t-shirts. It smells like your aunt Frieda, but it tastes like your uncle Kevin. Or something that makes a lot more sense than that.
We don’t know. We’re high on fabric softener fumes and old cans of Cherry Coke.
Don’t judge us. You don’t know. Life is complicated and non-refundable.
You can go your whole life just wearing corduroy pants and strawberry neckties and then one day you wake up and everything has changed. No one wears pants anymore. The t-shirts are no longer fruit flavored. And vegetables control the senate and the house. What’s a pork chop to do?
You think it’s hot now? Just wait until the broccoli wakes up.