Easy to Please

Its 2 in the a.m. and i just experienced perfect happiness. I was tired like most people at this time, but something happened. A memory. The best kind of memory. I remembered that if i look down...there will be a can of pringles. For some reason I feel like I already wrote about this particular can of pringles, but it just keeps bringing the goods. I can't imagine the day when it will be empty. I'll probably cry harder than when I saw Marley and Me...Marley dies. Sorry dogs don't live forever.

Unless its your dog, your dog is special and will live way longer than you

No, it won't. Unless you're into russian roulette and enjoy the taste of poison...you are outliving your puppy. I apologize, its not fair of me to be so harsh. Its not dogs' faults that they lick everything, smell bad, and help moderately attractive gentlemen steal my girlfriend from me at the park. How am I supposed to compete with a chocolate lab?

What if a chocolate lab was a room dedicated to studying chocolate?

Then the world would have the best chocolate ever, and there would be a wonderful factory where the perfect confectionary products were made. And I would find a golden ticket.

Tom Hanks gets laughs.<<--I don't feel like explaining

I've noticed my blogs are almost always the same structure. With 4 main paragraphs and little fillers in between. I've also noticed that...no I didn't notice anything. I just thought that this last paragraph could just be for noticing things. It would probably get a little Jerry Seinfeld about it. "What's the deal with fonts? Have you seen these things? You can change the way your letters look, but they all look the same. the same fonts!"

*Note, it is not funny to see a "jerry seinfeld" joke written

GOODNIGHT