Listen, Kellogg. Don’t put two Pop Tarts in each package and then tell me that a serving is one pastry. That’s just not fair. You know I’m going to eat both. What am I going to do, tape up the little foil package and save the other one for later? I’m not. I’m not going to do that. Just say that it’s 420 calories instead of 210 and stop pretending that one Pop Tart is even feasible.
Also, unfrosted Pop Tarts are a joke. Why were they ever created? It’s widely known that children and adults alike tediously break off the tiny unfrosted edges of each pastry before consuming them. Unfrosted Pop Tarts are like un-milked bowls of cereal. It’s like mashed potatoes without gravy. It’s like chips with no dip. It’s like spaghetti without sauce.
You get the idea.
I don’t understand it when people have six variations of the exact same profile picture, but each one cropped just a little bit differently. Usually these are all in a consecutive row, right next to each other, to make matters even more annoying. Pick a crop you like, and stick with it. Don’t do this to me. I don’t have time.
My brother and I play this game called “The Onesie Game” while we’re out snowboarding on the mountain. Onesies are running rampant during gaper season in the spring. Olds bust out their neon and florescent uni’s and ski their little hearts out. The game consists of spotting people wearing one-piece snowsuits (“onesies”) and then calling them out. Example: “ONESIE!” Like so. You get 1 point for calling it, 5 points for touching it, and 10 points if you give the person wearing said onesie a hug.
I got 63 points today. I uh…I won.
You don’t want to call out a onesie though and then discover that it’s not a onesie. That’s a negative point. You have to look for the giveaway belt around the middle of the suit.
Hugging small, defenseless children is onesies is really the key to racking up the 10 pointers. They can’t do anything about it. If you’re a male participating in Mustache March, however, I would caution against going after the young ones in front of their parents or other family members, unless you want an Amber Alert called out immediately. Just a tip from the pro, that’s all.
Well, time to get weird. Peace.
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B: Butterfaces are the absolute worst. They’re such a disappointment.
R: There’s nothing worse. Sooo close, but no cigar.
B: Grenades.
Sheppard's Pie. 
At least they don’t trot out unfrosted Pop Tarts in a billion different shapes at every holiday like they do with plain sugar cookies. Sugar cookies and unfrosted Pop Tarts need to be waterboarded in chocolate for their crimes against the otherwise tasty junk food community.
Frank, I think we just broke up. I love sugar cookies, frosted or unfrosted. They’re delectable little Christmas treats. I won’t allow you to say otherwise.
So YOU’RE the person who brings the sugar cookie tray, the one with the fruitcake slices on the bottom, to holiday parties, puts in on a table and then starts eating all the cheesecake the other people brought. Yes, I know that tray all too well.
No, I’m the one who “forgets” to bring snacks, period, and then eats everyone else’s while overdosing on Anderson-Erickson eggnog. Close.
Just stay away from the Jagermeister eggnog or you’ll end up picking up large white fluffy cats and caroling to them against their will. See how I go against the flow, and make callbacks to older posts, cause I’m straight-up crazy like that.
I completely agree with the profile picture cropping. That drives me INSANE!
You’ve done it once again, Sheppard.