Monday, February 07, 2011

Neither of Them Mine

reminded me of this one, a few years back... Jimmy, wake up, jimmy...

You could probably do a whole series on food's lost loved ones. Pickles calling out to their cucumber brothers through the brine, "My eyes, it buuuurns!" Or the grape to his raisin cousin, "What was it Dave? Was it the drugs?"

For another day maybe.