I have escaped from behind the fabled Pine Curtain of northeast Texas. I have learned much. Here is my tale...
Tuesday, July 07, 2009
Silk purse. Sow's ear.
Witness yet another thing the world doesn't need: Spam single serving packages.
That's right. Now you don't need to mess with that inconvenient can in order to get your salty, compressed, unidentifiable pork bits and pieces! Now all you have to do is "rip and tear your way to CRAZY TASTY(tm) town!"
You know what, Spam? I don't WANT to go to CRAZY TASTY(tm) town. And I don't care how much you dress it up, shit in a single serve package is the same as shit in a can.
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3 comments:
Today at HEB, while walking past the deli, I saw loaves of ham for slicing, and the brand name was Fud. It looked about like Spam. ICK.
I have to go eat my hot dog now...
And my word verification is "chunt". Awesome.
Get out. That's plain disturbing.
My word verification is knemena. Sounds uncomfortable.
too bad they didn't use the term "spingle" with rhymes with dingle, which brings me to dingleberry, which is a poop that hangs off a butt. which is spam!
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