The Mrowr

Saturday, July 28, 2012

For years I wondered, could I ever, one day, possess the grilled beef patty? Would its meaty juices and melted cheese ever truly belong to me? I came to the conclusion: yes! As long as I have paws for reaching and legs for leaping, then there is a possibility that I could, in the future, possess the grilled beef patty!

But then, just this very morning, I awoke to find my life mostly behind me. I’m old, I’m tired, and the grilled beef patty with cheese that I marvel after appears to be further away than ever. The possible has soured and grown itself an ‘im’ and I’ve come to the realization that I shan’t – not now, not ever – possess the grilled beef patty.

And this realization brings up, from the deepest depths of my lungs, a howl of a greater magnitude than ever heard before.

Wear this shirt: if it makes you LOL!

Don’t wear this shirt: while you munch on something. You could get crumbs all over it!

This shirt tells the world: “The internet can be so cruel!”

We call this color: when life refuses to even give you lemons, what is left?

Woot