So I’m having one of those days at work, running around like a one armed paper hanger in a hurricane. For lunch I raid the snack machine grabbing three candy bars and a Coke.
Run out side to get at least some fresh air and start pounding down the candy.
So this stranger come over and says,” don’t you know eating all that candy will rot your teeth?”
I reply, “My Grandfather lived to be 98 and had all his teeth”.
He says, “Did he eat three candy bars at a time?”
I simply replied, “No, but he knew how to mind his own f*cking business!”

