The Strange Things You Find in Your Local Bodega

Filed under it's fun to be fat, narcissism

My best friend Tracey pointed this out to me on her visit a few weeks ago, and boy, am I glad she did.

Everyone knows that nothing makes food taste better than a smattering of JOYOUS MELTED CHILD.


  1. leigh says:

    You did buy it, right?

    • I didn’t, because it’s right down the street, ready to be purchased any time I’m in the mood for the taste of kid on my toast. I know, I know, I shouldn’t take it for granted that it’ll always be there, but if means hipsters all over my neighborhood are enjoying it, then I can sleep at night.

      In related news, I don’t understand AT ALL.

  2. Tracey says:

    Everything about that packaging is genius. From the bright primary colors to the mischievous look on the kid’s face.

  3. Karinya says:

    Are those beer flavored chips behind you?

    • Beer flavored chips? Why, yes, yes, they are. Strange that there could be both Happy Boy Margarine AND beer-flavored anything so close to my apartment for these two years and me not know.

  4. Emily says:

    There’s nothing quite as tasty as infanticide.

  5. Nastassia says:

    Dude, are you kidding me?
    You’ve never seen Happy Boy margarine before?!
    I used to eat that as a kid all the time…
    and for some reason, I never thought it was the least bit odd…maybe that says something about my state of mind….