Jubilant but woebegone.

Geniuses only come along once in a great while. It seems when they do, they never get the notoriety until way down the road when they are on their deathbed.
Seeing things like this make my heart flutter and bum me out at the same time.
Hotdogs wrapped in bacon, what a dream.
Eating even three of them could strongly contribute to a heart attack, how gloomy.
It's like a friend of mine who has a bacon tattoo over his heart, that could get real ironic someday.