I always have
lunch in my dark basement lair, seated in front of New Delly. My lunch
is usually Chicken Bacon Ranch pinwheels from The Devil's Playground,
with a side of BBQ potato chips. Oh, and a 44 oz Diet Coke to wash it
down.
Seeing as how no one is there to see me eat, my manners may not be up to Emily Post standards. Don't judge.
You
know how locomotives have a cow-catcher? Mrs. Hillbilly Mom has a
chip-catcher. Courtesy of her ample boobage. And now for the question.
Is
it sadder that I look down and find an errant chip lying on my chest?
Or that I look down and find an errant chip lying on my chest, and say, "YES!
A chip!"
4 comments:
That's a tough question. If you've reached the end of the pack and you really want more, finding that extra one would be great. I don't see any sad there. Even finding one when you didn't really want one isn't sad. It's more of a 'how did I miss that one?' moment. I think it would be sadder if you didn't look at all.
River,
Heh, heh! That WOULD be sad, if I walked around with a collection of dropped chip fragments on my bosom!
Bonus potato chips are NEVER sad!!
fishducky,
I am lucky in innumerable ways!
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