Tuesday, January 01, 2013
Don't Double Dip the Chip
I ran into an ex-girlfriend the other day. Said hi. Made some small talk. Noted how gorgeous she still is.
Isn't it weird how sometimes you can't remember what exactly it was that made a previous relationship not work out? Even the crazy ones. You gloss over the psychopathic tendencies with something like, she made a mean tuna casserole... naked.
Hold your horses, brother. It's not worth it.
It becomes apparent really quick what the deal was. Why do you need such a big knife for canned tuna? And oh yeah, you don't like tuna.
Isn't it weird how sometimes you can't remember what exactly it was that made a previous relationship not work out? Even the crazy ones. You gloss over the psychopathic tendencies with something like, she made a mean tuna casserole... naked.
Hold your horses, brother. It's not worth it.
It becomes apparent really quick what the deal was. Why do you need such a big knife for canned tuna? And oh yeah, you don't like tuna.
