Whhhelcome Brooks it’s nice to see you here. Growing up in Miss’ippi we had Frosted Flakes but usually my mother parked me in front of Captain Kangaroo and just put a big bag of sugar in front of me and gave me a spoon.
TJB, I think it is perfectly acceptable for Miss Frances to dust her Whhheaties with anything she needs to watch the babies for us and get her ass going including and up to, PCP, LSD, & STP.
Miss J, I think it a vast improvement for Whhheaties to replace a drug addled kiddie show host with drug addled sports stars.
Since the whole point of cereal was the sugar slurry at the bottom of the bowl, I think it was very advanced of your mother to eliminate the milk and cereal entirely.
Thank you for the whhharm whhhelcome, ayem8y. Gosh, is this my first post here? M.D.P. has enriched my Google Reader forever.
My mom wasn't a 'make breakfast' type mother; we got two Pop-tarts on a napkin. Add Strawberry-QUIK and we were bouncing till noon.
But back to that commercial: Jesus fuck! No wonder kids from the 50's need Prozac. That fuckin' bell is enough to make me go on tri-state killing spree...
"Whhhheaties!" Miss Frances could teach us all a thing or two about aspirating our "wh" sounds if anyone cared, but we don't, and why don't we? Whhhy?
ReplyDeleteIn my house, we didn't eat Whhheaties, we ate grrrrrits.
Miss Frances ate her Wheaties with a dusting of amphetamines, it would seem.
ReplyDeleteMiss J thinks Wheaties made a good choice switching to sports figures as spokespeople.
ReplyDeleteWhhhelcome Brooks it’s nice to see you here. Growing up in Miss’ippi we had Frosted Flakes but usually my mother parked me in front of Captain Kangaroo and just put a big bag of sugar in front of me and gave me a spoon.
ReplyDeleteTJB, I think it is perfectly acceptable for Miss Frances to dust her Whhheaties with anything she needs to watch the babies for us and get her ass going including and up to, PCP, LSD, & STP.
Miss J, I think it a vast improvement for Whhheaties to replace a drug addled kiddie show host with drug addled sports stars.
Since the whole point of cereal was the sugar slurry at the bottom of the bowl, I think it was very advanced of your mother to eliminate the milk and cereal entirely.
ReplyDeleteThank you for the whhharm whhhelcome, ayem8y. Gosh, is this my first post here? M.D.P. has enriched my Google Reader forever.
My mom wasn't a 'make breakfast' type mother; we got two Pop-tarts on a napkin. Add Strawberry-QUIK and we were bouncing till noon.
ReplyDeleteBut back to that commercial: Jesus fuck! No wonder kids from the 50's need Prozac. That fuckin' bell is enough to make me go on tri-state killing spree...
as a child, i believe i watched this program, but don't recall it. never ate wheaties. i was a rice krinkles kind of guy.
ReplyDeleteI haven't had Wheaties in forever!! I need to buy some this weekend!
ReplyDeleteWow! I'll bet she never had sex. Like...Never...Once...Even.
ReplyDeleteI was a Cap'n Crunch boy, but only after I let 'em sit and get soggy with no crunch left.