I Will Love Him and Pet Him and Call Him George
A company is selling fleece toast.
First of all... toast? TOAST?! "Who doesn't love toast??" You've got to be kidding me... TOAST?! "Now you can love and squeeze and hug your very own piece of toast, for a mere $10.00." I can love and squeeze and hug my own piece of toast for five cents. Then eat it.
Second of all... that doesn't look like toast. No toast i've ever seen is pink, with eyes. And a divot in its head. Who designed this toast? Rothko?
Third of all... that's not even the worst thing they sell.
First of all... toast? TOAST?! "Who doesn't love toast??" You've got to be kidding me... TOAST?! "Now you can love and squeeze and hug your very own piece of toast, for a mere $10.00." I can love and squeeze and hug my own piece of toast for five cents. Then eat it.
Second of all... that doesn't look like toast. No toast i've ever seen is pink, with eyes. And a divot in its head. Who designed this toast? Rothko?
Third of all... that's not even the worst thing they sell.
posted by Jeff at 10:25 AM
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