it's not life that matters but the journey...

Hey, remember when we used to work at that meat-packing plant? And you had a crush on the shift leader, Stan, except I kept telling you that he was as gay as the day is long. Then one night we were both working double-shifts and we were pretty punchy by that time. Stan was making eyes at Harold, that hairy-knuckled ape who sucked up to all the management. You finally got sick of it and stuffed a bunch of foot-long sausages down your jeans, screaming, "Hey Stan, get a load a me!" I distinctly remember trying to talk you down from dancing on one of the conveyor belts, when you slipped in some spilled lard and fell into a bin of pre-cooked cocktail weenies. I guess the good thing was that you got some pretty good money from Workers' Comp after that, even though you blamed me for Stan seeing all those tiny weenies falling out of your pants as they wheeled you off to the hospital.