Of course, it's number three. Who knew that Rice Krispies would give you coughing fits at three in the morning, which leave you in fear that you might cough up a lung by accident? I guess if I will insist on buying the generic vesion of RK then I can only blame myself for the middle of the night outcome.
Look on the bright side. Who knew at 46 I'd still be drinking a fifth of Jack Daniels a day, and still getting by relatively unscathed with my meth addiction? The glass truly is half full . . .
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