Way back when I was just a little bitty boy living 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 just PEACHY!
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Except of course for the undeniable fact that every single morning, my mother would make me a big ol' bowl of sauerkraut for breakfast. DAAAH BIG BOWL OF SAUERKRAUT. EVERY SINGLE MORNING. It was driving me crazy.
until one morning i asked "mom, whats with all the SAURKRAUT?" she then came real close to me and said in my ear.. "ITS GOOD FOR YOU!!!" AND THEN SHE TIED ME TO THE WALL AND FED ME NOTHING BUT SAURKRAUT UNTIL I WAS 23 AND A HALF YEARS OLD.