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
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
and then she tied me to the wall and stuck a funnel in my mouth and force fed me nothing but sauerkraut until I was twenty six and a half years old