This morning, upon opening the cereal cabinet door, I of course instantly: 1) remember that I ran out of cereal yesterday, and 2) remember that I had told myself not to forget to pick up some more on my way home. Well, I didn't FORGET, I just didn't remember that I had told myself not to forget until just then. Gah! Anyway! All was not lost, as I had done some Betty Crockering here a week ago and had bought some cheap-o, knock-off Rice Krispies to make cookies with. Eh well, I'll just eat a bowl of that.
Minutes later, happily munching away on my noisy breakfast, I happen to casually glance at the cereal box. La-dee-da, just checkin' things out, of course the box looks mostly like the branded version of the stuff, with WAIT, WHAT?! one ... little ... exception.
Notice anything suspicious?! Maybe that the Hy-Vee crispy kids are CRACKED OUT??!! Look at the sugar-induced high they're on! They have that trippy grin, and their eyes are all wonky like they've been to see the Magic Man. They look like they've spent a little too much time partying in H-town with LiLo and Britney. Somebody get those Hy-Vee kids to rehab. Snap, CRACKle, Pop indeed.
2 comments:
That's what you get for buying store-brand cereal.
True, I s'pose. But hey, if I'd have bought the good stuff, I wouldn't have been able to write that blog post. My day would've just been cereal-as-usual-blah. :)
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