Life is like a box of chocolates.
A cheap, thoughtless, perfunctory gift that nobody ever asks for.
Unreturnable, because all you get back is another box of chocolates.
Unreturnable, because all you get back is another box of chocolates.
YouÂ’re stuck with this undefinable whipped-mint crap
that you mindlessly wolf down when thereÂ’s nothing else left to eat.
Sure, once in a while, thereÂ’s a peanut butter cup or an English toffee,
but theyÂ’re gone too fast.
The taste is fleeting.
So, you end up with nothing but broken bits filled with
hardened jelly and teeth-crunching nuts,
and if youÂ’re desperate enough to eat those,
all youÂ’ve got left is an empty box filled with useless,
brown paper wrappers.
-Cigarette Smoking Man (The X-Files)