I wrote a haiku:
Eating two hot dogs.
All my ketchup’s expired.
Sure hope I don’t die.
I’ve been thinking a lot about expiration dates lately. Pretty much since a few hours ago when I found a forgotten bottle of Dr. Pepper in the back of the pantry. I can’t remember when I bought it. It was covered in a layer of dust. Maybe flour. Possibly mold. Continue reading “Great Expirations”
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