Some things are best unsaid at the dinner table
by Mr. Sheehy
Near the end of a homemade pizza dinner (one of my absolute favorites), Grampa explains why he did not finish the piece of Canadian bacon he’d added to his pizza.
You know, I ate about half of that Canadian bacon and I realized that it smelled just like cadaver lab. And I couldn’t take another bite.
Great. I’m really looking forward to eating the final three slices of my pineapple and cadaver pizza for lunch tomorrow. But then again, if my plane ever crashes in the Andes mountains and I have to eat my dead companions, at least I can think of them as Canadian bacon.
- Original image: ‘Pizza‘ by: Leo Watson