The most perverse combination of product and spokesperson ever: Please, Mr. Denny: Miss Piggy should not not not be purchasing three Grand Slams, each of which -- as the commercial on the radio just told me -- has two eggs, two hotcakes, two strips of bacon and two sausage links. (The final line by Kermit -- "I'm a frog. I don't do French [food]." -- just points out Miss Piggy's grotesquerie.)
As the nadir, this supplants the horrible ad campaign that Chick-fil-A's been using for years: having cows trying to sell chicken sandwiches so that the cows can save themselves from being eaten. (Where is the animal camaraderie, you bovines? Where is the camaraderie?)
I do not like the personification of food. Now would be a good time for PETA people to lure me to their less delicious side.
oh so lovingly written by
Matthew |
i sincerely do not know what you are doing here. are you lost? were you
looking for your delicate calico cat, and did you follow her up two flights of stairs
to this room? she is not here. she was here, yes. we gave her a warm bowl of milk, we talked with her about campaign finance reform for a time, and then she bid us good day. i believe she was
going to the post office two blocks down, but i don't quite recall.
for surely you did
not find your way from prinsiana, the least traveled site on
the internet. if you did, though, perhaps you are looking for humor. perhaps you are looking for profundity. perhaps you are looking for answers.
i'm sorry, but you shall go naught-for-three.
