Life is like a box of chocolates. A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for. Unreturnable because all you get back is another box of chocolates. So you're stuck with this undefinable whipped mint crap that you mindlessly wolf down when there's nothing else left to eat. Sure, once in a while there's a peanut butter cup or an English toffee. But they're gone too fast and the taste is... fleeting. So, you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with hardened jelly and teeth-shattering nuts. And if you're desperate enough to eat those, all you got left is an empty box filled with useless brown paper wrappers.
I still can't believe that I acquired this beauty;
1818 50C O-112 PCGS AU53 CAC
oih82w8 = "Oh I Hate To Wait" "I tell her coins keep me off the streets and out of the bars." Moe145 "WOO-SAA...WOo-SAa...Woo-Saa" (calm down) "An individual who vacillates when there is need of action will find themself beyond the hope of future success."