Cancer Man's Speech from Musings of a Cigarette Smoking Man
Life...is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctoral
gift that no one ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back
is another box of chocolates. So, you're stuck with mostly undefinable
whipped mint crap, mindlessly wolfed down when there's nothing else to
eat while you're watching the game. Sure, once in a while you get a peanut
butter cup or an English toffee but it's gone too fast and the taste is
fleeting. In the end, you're left with nothing but broken bits filled
with hardened jelly and teeth shattering nuts, which if you are desperate
enough to eat leaves nothing but an empty box of useless brown paper
wrappers.
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