Thursday, February 25, 2010

The Pit of Despair

It might be the scurvy talking, but Stephanie, you're missed greatly around here. There are only so many saturated fats and overly processed sugars a man can eat before he misses his wife with an unmatched intensity so fierce that even the fresh baked Albertsons nectar can no longer satiate him.

While I lay awake tonight, high on my HFCS, I will continue to count down the days until we are reunited.

20... 19... 18... 17... 16... 15... 14...

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