Papa

Issue 2: Regret.

Much like what I feel for even encouraging this mess in the first place?

*ahem*

As I was saying, I've lived with a lot of regret in my life. Regret for a lot of dumb decisions I've made. Regret for not living to my potential. Regret for not kissing Melissa back in the 9th grade when I had a chance.

I regret so much, but in the end all 'regret' will get you is a headache and an even emptier wallet. If you even have to ask how that is possible, it's probably better that you don't.

Yep. Probably better.

...That's it?

Yes, my disembodied friend of a Voice, that is, as they say, the whole Baked Alaska.

What the? Who says that?

Who says what?

'The Whole Baked Alaska?'

Ummm, Alaskans.

The expression is the whole "enchilada," not "baked Alaska."

Oh, smart guy? Well, when was the last time you ever heard of someone eating enchiladas in Alaska? There's no way, my friend. They're too busy killing polar bears with sharp sticks and drag racing with packs of wild wolves.

Have you ever BEEN to Alaska?

Sure I have! Millions of times!

"Millions?!?"

Alright, fine, never. You happy now Mr. Rand McNally, Atlas Megamind?

So, then, how do you know that they don't have...

Alright, fine, I don't know if they have enchiladas in Alaska or not. Oh, and thanks alot.

For what?

I had planned on this being a short entry, but nooooooooooo. Can't have that now can we, Mr. Nosybritches?

I had just thought that you could have done better than that is all.

Well, I could have just said, "I regret a lot of things, but know I shouldn't, so I won't and instead I shall have a sandwich." Didn't realize I had to meet a minimum words per entry quota set by the blog police.

I could reply to your snarky comment, but know I shouldn't, so I won't and instead I shall have a enchilada ice cream sandwich.

What the... Never mind. Some questions are better off unasked.