Sometimes it’s not the actual food that’s fucked-up (although it usually is), sometimes it’s just the packaging.
This makes ME cry on the outside.
I know I’m not the only one here who finds clowns unnatural and frightening, so why would I want to eat food shaken from this terrifying creature’s innards? “Look, my internal organs are delicious delights with which to adorn the cupcakes you’re sending to school for your kindergartner’s birthday! Hooray!”
What happens when Mr. Sprinkles is empty? I, for one, don’t want to be around to find out. Suddenly all work and no play makes Mr. Sprinkles a dull boy.
Sorry, clowns really freak me out.
Interestingly, although I am not scared of most of the cartoon characters commemorated in Pez dispenser form, Pez still freaks me out for a related reason: Who wants to eat food from a neck? No, I don’t want a piece of shitty candy from Wonder Woman’s trachiotomy incision thank you very much.
What makes you say The Frig?