Life is like a trip to the grocery store...

And people are sort of like beef sticks.

Most of em are just plain old meat, and need some serious seasoning before they could be considered eligible even as food for thought.

Then you've got the less common folk - the smoke-flavored beef, teriyaki, wasabi, peppered, salted, dipped-in-whiskey, etc; they're great while on a short stint through the social wilderness--and can sometimes even be innervating, as good beef should (especially in spaghetti, or your pants)--but ultimately they're still processed food and eventually clog your intellectual arteries.

Lastly, you've got the vegetables, which tend to be hard to come by; they spend much of their time hiding underground so as to avoid having their heads unceremoniously bitten off by the beef - who only do so to make themselves feel good inside.

Then you have me, who's been a long time friend to the bean and broccoli clan - and who would much rather eat fruit all day long, anyhow.

So... give me your lemons, denizens of the meat aisle! Bring me your peaches, your pears, your apples, your oranges, your kiwis, your berries, your quite-contraries, your limes and your mangos, your nuts and those god-damned delicious old Frangos,

and pie.

That is all, beefstick.