The Strange Things You Find in Your Local Bodega
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.
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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 ytmnd.com AT ALL.
Neither do I.
Everything about that packaging is genius. From the bright primary colors to the mischievous look on the kid’s face.
The kid’s face looks kinda like “it’s 1950, and I just learned what a penis is!”
Just like this: http://www.archive.org/details/AsBoysGr1957!
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.
There’s nothing quite as tasty as infanticide.
Yeah, and everyone knows that joyful churned babies are the tastiest kind of churned babies.
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….