Life is a hot, fresh, venti dark roast with a little bit of cream.
Death is decaf.
Death is decaf.
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Wait .... What? You mean you're not a chicken. I always thought you were a chicken.I'm glad I wasn't born a chicken. Seems so pointless ending up in somebody's sandwich.....
What did the chocolate ever do to you?Life is like a box of chocolates;
Death is like choking one of them.
What did the chocolate ever do to you?
I try and kill every chocolate I come across. Of course choking isn't my method but I'm not here to judge.Sorry, typo. I fixed it. Then again, maybe it's something deep-seated.