Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Kellogg's Frosted Fakes
Mmm… Frosted Fakes. Part of this nutritious breakfast. And by breakfast I mean douche.
Here’s a classic example of a young lass who didn’t heed the warnings of Fair Maiden Bleeth. Prolonged exposure to this sneering Tony the Tiger and she’s gone.
It’s sad. She’s good good skin. Presumably good teeth. The inflated airbags means a discount on my car insurance.
And yet, like The Bleeth before her, she’s collapsing from within due to the centrifigal force of ultimate ‘baggery. Too much Douche Cereal in the mornings, Phoebe. Next time, choose Grape Nuts.
