a young man was sitting on a bench, waiting for a bus, and eating a candy bar. he finished it and then pulled out another which he quickly ate. he finished that, too, and then pulled out another which he quickly ate. he repeated this process several times.

upon pulling out his 8th candy bar an older gentleman who was sharing the bench leaned over to him and offered a bit of sage advice: "you know, son, if you eat that many candy bars all the time, you'll end up unhappy, sick, fat and have bad skin."

"well, my great grandpa made it 'til he was 103 years old." the young man replied.

"wait... your grandpa ate eight candy bars a day and lived 'til 103?!" that's amazing!"

"i never said that," the young man responded. "my great grandpa made it that long because he knew when to shut his fucking mouth."





i read that today and got quite a kick out of.