I mean Come ON! It’s 08 for cripes sake. We should be long past this sort
of thing. I can forgive not having a flying car, I can look past not having
my own personal jet pack, but the fact that the human race has progressed
this far and not eliminated Mustard Pee, then to me, it’s all waisted.
You know what I mean. You have a sandwich all set, you have crafted a work
of culinary art, and you upend the mustard bottle for that shining yello
topper and you get a stream of water that’s come from god only knows! You
sandwich is awash inj mustard pee. You watch as the bread gets mush, the
meat kind of slimy, the lettus weird, and you can almost hear the musicians
on the deck of the titanic.
It’s the bain of human existance as far as I’m concerned.
Mustard Pee.
Damn you Frenches.
