Regrets? I’ve had a few. In Pirillo Vlog 444, I cry a tear or two into a plate of bacon twists.
“YOLO!” may be a poor war cry for impending heart failure, but I work with what I’ve got. Greasy palms and breakfast breath is how I decided to greet the world today.
For the record? Now I regret nothing! Except that, though their cholesterol lingers, I no longer have any bacon twists before me.