Life is like a box of sardines and we are all looking for the key.
So when I cease to be I want to go back...to the sea! Oh for the life of a sardine! That is the life for me!
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.
It's hard to ravish a tin of sardines.
Remember that a very good sardine is always preferable to a not that good lobster.
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.