Yeah, but it was already kind of dying. My girlfriend (at the time) and I were going to dinner and I saw a squirrel in the road. It had already been hit, but it hadn't died yet. So, I was being all jokish and started swerving my car like a jackass, screaming like a girl, acting like I was all scared about the squirrel in the road...you know, trying to be funny and make girlfriend laugh. But, while I was doing that, I actually RAN IT OVER AGAIN by accident. My girlfriend got all mad at me for killing it, so, needless to say, my weiner was mighty lonely that night.
Have you ever listened to one of my stories and thought to yourself, "God, I hate your life a lot, Chef. Like, A LOT a lot."...???