sadly, he never tracked down the careless one who once held his fried fate in his hands. but alas, no matter, shed no tears for the estrangement of the lost fry and his absent owner, for the fry continued on and built a life of his own, rose up off the ground, literally and figuratively, and made something of himself. that fry now manages a cellphone store, bowls an average 220, and drives a pretty sweet ‘81 trans am. so there you go, i guess happy endings really do exist.
they always say “don’t play with your food” but they never say “food, don’t play spin the bottle” now do they?
wise words, hayley. wise words.
Ahh, the ever-elusive unicorn. Known for its rare beauty and majestic uniqueness, the unicorn is hard to find. But you know what else is hard to find for the unicorn? Friends. The lonely kernel may be coveted by many, but is known by few.
One…is the loneliest number that you’ll ever corn…
A good carpenter measures twice, cuts once. A hungry carpenter uses a Bacon Measuring Tape and measures his hunger, cuts once, chews a bunch. Not bad.
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