|
|
 |
|
// dirty twinkies |
"Here's an idea, lets fill a sponge with a bunch of matterless, massless, unidentified fluffy white stuff and shape it like some sorta brown car with no wheels from an apocalyptic future... that are no doubt run on innumerable meaningless, and hollow yet plentiful calories." Is that what those people at Hostess discussed when they came up with the idea? It can't be far off. How could America give birth to these nasty semi-cylindric inanimate gremlins without remorse?
But the truth is so blatantly obvious that it often drifts completely past us. These puffy, palindromic pastry plagiarists are little more than kitchen parasites, sucking the liveliness out of each and every piece of wooden furniture or weezing appliance. Your relatively sterile cooking quarters may also be at risk to the nighty submission of titilating twinkie tangos. Once secreted from an underside pore, this goo potently serves an entirely different purpose. Please, be cautious.
|
|
|
|
