Well, i’ve never been called “with the times” or “hep” or even “good natured”, “loveable”, “sexy” or “clean”, so it really shouldn’t surprise any of you that i’ve only just tried Honey Nut Cheerios.
Now, i’m pretty sure i’m gonna catch some flack over this one, because Honey Nut Cheerios have been around… pretty well as long as i can remember (i grew up with that cute little Honey Bee, actually, my first steps were the 3 feet to the Television to try and squash him). So i’m judging by the fact that it’s lasted a lot longer then New Coke that it’s got a farily loyal fan base.
I think it sucks. What the hell am i paying for? I taste to honey, and just where are these nuts you speak of? (Note: please, it is not nessessary for anyone to offer me their nuts).
We have regular Cheerios and when i put brown suger on them they taste the same at the so called “Honey Nut” stuff, plus you get that suger sludge on the bottom and the milk turns brown… an out and out expierence if you ask me.
Well, I grew up with that cartoon bee too, and it nearly cost me my life. From what the commercials show you, you’d think bees were cute little smiling critters who liked to sing and flew around dabbing honey on your cereal with a miniature wooden spoon. I’m here to tell you, that’s not the case at all. As a kid, I believed the hype. I snuck into old man McGillacuddy’s backyard one crisp September morn after smearing my forearms with honey, in the hopes of attracting the wondrous creatures that had set up a hive on the branch of his gnarled old tree of evil. I thought maybe they’d fly out and lick me like puppies and then maybe we’d exchange wisecracks and read comic books for a while. I was sadly mistaken in this assumption. By the time they got through with me, I was swollen up like John Merrick after an LAPD ass-whupping. Oh, sure, the swelling eventually went down, but the scars across my soul still have yet to heal. One good thing came out of it, though. Seven years later, old man McGillacuddy asked me to be his wife. Of course, he was senile and obviously myopic, but it’s nice to feel wanted all the same.
I’ll thank you not to speak of my beloved like that! (he’s blind as a bat now, but loaded! man he made some change off of the bee farm he opened, said the idea came to him in a dream of a beautiful woman… )
Sorry. Didn’t mean to insult your man. But you never forget your first love, and my feelings still run deep for him. I wish you two all the happiness in the world. And if he’s really blind, the next time he’s feeling amorous and you’re not in the mood, you can take him down to the beach and have him mate with a dolphin. He won’t know the difference, and the video will make great evidence when you’re trying to milk him in the divorce proceedings. Trust me on this one.
Seldom have I laughed my posterior as thoroughly dislocated from my body as when I read woodstockbirdybird’s post. That story is scary, funny and cute all at the same time. I´m really sorry to hear you got hurt though…
Maybe it was just the name, “old man McGillacuddy” has a very funny ring to it, I think I´ll use it in a book/short story if you don´t mind.
I´ve always been fond of funny old men for some reason. One of my favorite places in Amsterdam is called “The Old Man”, has a nice sort of ring to it. Calls up images of this old man behind a counter, sellin’ flower and sugar by the pound.
nostalgia trip
— G. Raven
p.s. I just realised my sig sorta blows the nostalgic old shopkeeper mood… Oh well
My own personal opinion is that nothing beats a good bowl of corn flakes (you’ve just gotta leave them sit for a while so they get nice ‘n’ soggy, and really sock the brown suger to it)
