a strange invitation


(anti)fuel….
February 21, 2007, 9:36 pm
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Kellogg’s Pop Tarts (oh! the irony)

I’ve been looking for these for the last couple of weeks and finally tracked them down in Waitrose near Barbican. I’m not sure why I bothered: What can only be described as molten lava sandwiched between two pieces of cardboard has been rendered even more mundane by a series of lawsuits brought against Kellogg’s in the US by people who have been BURNED TO DEATH by this delicious pastry snack. These people are also responsible for why McDonald’s coffee is always cold. It’s truly frightening that a nation that cannot be trusted with hot beverages or breakfast foods are permitted to purchase firearms.

British Telephone Customer Services

When you want something done, nothing beats having to having to listen to Vivaldi for one and a half hours and paying £1.50 a minute for the privilege. If you miraculously manage to get through to a human being, it will be someone who was just happened to wander into the call centre from the street, and was just holding the receiver for a friend. There is a special circle of hell reserved for those who work in call centers.

“If anyone here [works in a call center] kill yourself. Thank you. Just planting seeds, planting seeds is all I’m doing. No joke here, really. Seriously, kill yourself, you have no rationalization for what you do, you are Satan’s little helpers. Kill yourself, kill yourself, kill yourself now. Now, back to the show. Seriously, I know the [call center] people: ‘There’s gonna be a joke comin’ up.’ There’s no fuckin’ joke. Suck a tail pipe, hang yourself…borrow a pistol from an NRA buddy, do something…rid the world of your evil fuckin’ presence.”
-Bill Hicks

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Without getting too wrapped up in the homogeneity and originations of one of my the fondest but most abstract remembrances of my childhood, one has to consider the king of all kings in the Pop Tarts varieties; SMORES flavour. Simply put, one of the most glorious concoctions of all time in and of itself. A smore, chocolate, graham cracker, marshmallows. Diabetes is for the chemically challenged.

Comment by Matthew

I had to ‘Google’ SMORES to gain an accurate mental image. I’m glad I did. Because otherwise I wouldn’t have known that eating Smores in the presence of a diabetic person is like doing the Moonwalk in front of a cripple.

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