Bullfighting can be an art Boxing can be an art Loving can be an art Opening a can of sardines can be an art
I had the lunchbox that cleared the cafeteria. I was very unpopular in the early grades. Because I hung out with my grandfather, I started to bring my lunchbox with sardine sandwiches and calamari that I would eat off my fingers like rings. I was also always reeking of garlic.
I spotted a can in the corner whose red label read SADNESS. Was there so much of it they could can it and sell it? A bolt of pain went through my intestines before I realized that it was not SADNESS but SARDINES.
Life is rather like a tin of sardines - we're all of us looking for the key.
The sardines had their heads on and they were like watching you.
Life is like a box of sardines and we are all looking for the key.
It's hard to ravish a tin of sardines.
Hard to call it a party without sardines.
I fully realize that this gratitude of mine is not in the least a sign of perfection: it must be my nature - I could be suborned with a sardine.
