This is a tough letter for me to write. Things just don’t seem to be the same between us anymore. We’ve been through some great times…like every time we hung out at Burger Heaven, or Sunday roasts, or the brisket at The Salt Lick. The list goes on and on. We both know there have been some tough times too. I haven’t held it against you that I am on the “do not donate” list with Canadian Blood Services thanks to our relationship in the United Kingdom in the 80s and 90s. Lately it seems like we just aren’t getting along like we used to. I feel like you have been sabotaging every long run when you and I hang out together the night before. Maybe you aren’t happy that I’ve been spending more time with Chicken, Turkey, Beans and Lentils. At the end of the day, the reasons why probably don’t matter.
I’m sorry Beef, but I’m breaking up with you. I’m not saying we can’t have a fling now and again…but don’t call me, I’ll call you.
All the best.