way back when i was just a little bitty boy livin in a box under the stairs in the corner of the basement of the house half a block down the street from jerry’s bait shop
you know the place…
well anyway, back then life was going swell and everything was juuuuuuuust PEACHY
except of course for the undeniable fact that every single morning, my mother would make me a big old bowl of SAUERKRAUT for breakfast
and my dear, sweet mother, she just looked at me like a cow looks at an oncoming train