Except my family. None of us are really related. But the love is there. Somewhere underneath all the fat.
I was just thinking about how many bags of Tostitos I've eaten in the last year. Kinda puts the war and all the natural disasters we've experienced in perspective.
I mean, that's a lot of chips.
The new year is a time for reflection, and I've found the meaning of life in the bottom of a bag of Hint o' Lime.
Eat it up and enjoy - because before you know it, it'll be gone.
(But don't worry, it'll usually repeat on you the next day.)
I just proved reincarnation. I should eat more junk.