The happy planet is perfectly sustainable. Our people do not turn lemons into lemonade or water into wine, but it’s so sweet of ya’ll to think so.

We’ve a taste for lemons and prefer water, and therein lies what you might suspect in us is divine and gooey goodness. On the outside, the pain looks the same, but internally, it’s grotesquely appreciated. We like it too much.

For chrissake, Mr. Hussein rots in an Iraqi prison enjoying Cheetos and gets emotional and put out when the pantry gets low and he’s got to substitute for Doritos. Shit. When he walked out of that hell pit with his hands on his head, his hair looked so terrible that I thought that he’d lost his friggin’ mind. Hell no! He’s one of the most powerful men of the 21st century, and I think that there’s something to his great of love of Chester Cheeta’s product. He’s okay with where he is. Sure, he fucked himself.

I fuck myself too.
The crummy part is, we can lead a horse to water, but can’t make him drink.
That’s the toughest lemon so far.