The Week In Review


I went grocery shopping today, and it struck me that the people who name new food products have gone insane. Take the product off to the left, the Quaker Chewy SMASHBAR! From what I’m able to tell, they “Smash” different flavors together into bar form. Then you eat these things until you are so fat that they have to smash you into a van just to be able to get to the Big & Tall store for a muumuu fitting.

Or how about Yo’ Drops, which is labeled as “crunchable yogurt” that is made by people so fucking busy that they don’t have time to fully spell out the word Yogurt in the title. And crunchable yogurt? Any idiot can make that. Just leave regular yogurt in the sun for a while.

Yo, gimme my Yo' Drops, yo!

Yo, gimme my Yo' Drops, yo!

Even fast food isn’t immune to goofball naming, as is evidenced by the Taco Bell trial run of the Doritos Locos Taco, which is a taco served in a taco shell made from Nacho Cheese Doritos. Making a food item slightly different isn’t exactly what I would call insane or “loco”. But that’s the only Spanish word most of the geniuses at YUM! Brands (Taco Bell’s corporate overlord) will ever know.

Needless to say, I will be purchasing none of these foodstuffs, opting instead to save my money for products whose names are simple reflections of what the food actually is, like Miller Beer, Nathan’s Hot Dogs, and Terror Fruit Juice.



On to the week you missed because you were so busy trying to find the little man in the boat.

As promised, I’ve got a couple more wacky vids for you. The first one is a personal favorite of mine because it gets funnier every time you watch it, even if you’ve watched it a couple thousand of times like I have:

And our second video is going to generate a lot of emails informing me that I’m going to burn in hell. I know, people, I know. But what really interests me in this video is not the cheap giggles but rather the fact that a home for the mentally disabled would book a metal band to play there. Fucking mind-boggling. And yeah, I know it sounds like the lead singer is retarded too, but how the hell does that come about?

Home Employee: Do you have a problem with me booking a heavy metal band to play our Fall Formal Dance?

Home Administrator: Yes, I very much have a problem with it. What the hell is wrong with you?

Home Employee: Did I tell you that the band is retarded?

Home Administrator: Oh, well that’s perfectly fine then.

I know, I know… I’m going to burn in hell.