Life is a lemon, and I want my money back

Where in the hell did mankind go wrong? Really, I want to know.

When we first got here, we had Eden and a life of luxury, now we have Motel Six and a forty hour work week. At some point, we actually traded home cooked meals for Taco Bell, and afternoon naps for lunch hour traffic. Who is responsible for this?

What yahoo decided that it is better to fuel a car instead of a horse? When was it exactly that it became more important to know more about the Presidents private life than how he is shaping our country? Why is it better to spend more time at the office than with your family? And for the love of Gary Coleman, please tell me what moron dedicated his life to breeding those completely worthless miniature horses?

The more I think about this stuff, the more I look forward to natural disasters and warm mayonnaise sandwiches.

They say that when life hands you lemons, make lemonade but lemonade gives me heartburn, so how about a refund instead?