I scooped up a little handful of these weird corn flakes, popped one in my mouth, chewed it, swallowed it, said "no," and dumped the remaining "corn snacks" into the bag. They are gross. I do not like them. Midge is eating them as I type this and claims they are "okay," but admits she bought them for the packaging. These revolting little crisps leave a taste in your mouth far more disturbing than racism.
Riddle me this, riddle me that --
Is there anything worse than a colonial, genocidal attack?
Maybe, just maybe, this "Indian Corn Snack"
NB. I originally tagged this as "Slaughter on the Plains." It was in poor taste.
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