Life is like a box of chocolates. You will

Life is like a box of chocolates. You will be radomly picked up by forces beyond your control at any moment and eaten. This is how I lived my life every day. I hate Mr. Gump.

Ever since I watched that stupid movie I could never look at a box of chocolates again the way I used to!Now the damn thing became nothing but cheap filosophy.Even when it was fine

dark 99% Belgian Pralines, I thought of it as going through some comical mischief while in Vietnam, or seeing myself as a cross-country guru, or being questioned by a dead Beatle

Bailey who'd finally been strangled by "Sarge." I always thought the Sarge in the comic strip had an unhealthy relationship with his dog because

his dog was secretly controlling him with thought projection, forcing Sarge to buy him a matching outfit. The old geezer behind the desk got away with sex assault on the secretary

at least in his dreams, but his wife always interrupted him before he consummated his dictations to Miss Buxley. He was secretly relieved since he was as impotent in his dreams as

a pirate is 2 the sights of the great, bellowing Kraken. Thus when he awoke from his dream he came flying @his wife, the compelling conversationalist, with a swoop of his battaxe

Which sleepwalked.

The watcher in the shadows stayed his hand. That was certainly a more plausible and acceptable explanation, and one that would conceal the truth. Better to let that one ride ...