Disney Incorporated recently decided they were going to cut down fatty foods. Of course, this is process that will take five to ten years, and honestly, who thinks they don't have enough lawyers to renegotiate that contract? They're supposed to be getting rid of fatty foods in their park for one thing, and I'm just thinking, if these people are on vacay, they probably don't actually care what they're eating. and as far as Disney supermarket foods, aren't they overpriced anyway? Who's going to pay the extra two bucks so their little chiddlers can eat Donald Duck as a fruit snack instead of, say, a generic animal? Or, heaven help us, eggs with disney characters stamped on them. Come on, Disney. Who do you think you're kidding?
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
So... You're My Brother?
So these two Irish people meet in a club, right? They hit it off, they fall in love, get a little tipsy, yada yada yada. Nine months later they have a bouncing baby boy. Miss I-Don't-Have-A-Clue tells Mr. I-Don't-Know-Squat she wants to meet his family. Not his extended family, of course, his immediate one. Like, his mother. About time? Maybe. They meet, she starts asking her about her family. She explains, and suddenly the mother leaves the room crying. Turns out that the kids? Yeah, they're brother and sister. Ew. Not that that turned them off of each other. They still want to have babies. Um, health hazards a little? They're taking legal action against the people who suppressed their identity. But really, whose fault is this? If you ask me, it's the mother's fault for being a hoebag... Let me know what you think.
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