Dear Onion,
I know that I like to cut you up into little diced pieces, saute you, mix you into my pasta, and then proceed to eat you...but why, oh why must you be so cruel?
I do not enjoy the tears that stream down my face as I slide my knife through your many layers.
Do you not understand that this is the purpose for which you were made?
Hoping to be your friend,
Mrs. Webb
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2 comments:
agreed.
the good thing is, the more you chop onions, the faster you get, and the fewer tears you shed each time. :)
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