This is the saddest song I know. I think it’s a threadless t-shirt. Looks like their kind of printing.
I swear, I see this little picture and it almost makes me cry. Why? Because the mustard is so happy, so confident (look at how she’s a step ahead of the hotdog), so in love. And then the tragedy — the hotdog doesn’t love her, or not as much as she loves him, for he’s thinking about ketchup. When I see this picture, I empathize with the mustard so much. And I remind myself that I never want to break a mustard’s heart. The love the mustard has is so open — note her wide eyes — and she will be crushed by the hotdog’s betrayal. It is so sad. I don’t think of myself as a hotdog. But I still fear that I could hurt a mustard simply for having doubts that I could ever experience the kind of pure, unadulterated love that the mustard experiences naturally.
(I don’t actually doubt that I could experience that kind of pure love, I only fear that I could hurt someone on my way there).
Oh, mustard, you make me cry.