So . . . what’s the worst way to have a Pop Tart?
Have it get stuck in the toaster and catch on fire?
I seem to recall Dave Barry writing about this, but it actually happened to me once. Fortunately, I was able to extinguish the flames with my Super Breath. The toaster was… well, toast.
Shoved up your bum. :eek:
My roommate used to butter them once cooked.
Eeewwww.
I was going to say “topped with five-alarm anchovy chili” but I think luluBahrain has pretty much said it all.
Fed to you by Phyllis Diller, in the manner that a mother bird feeds her chicks.
If you mean “have” in the biblical sense, then, “having” them fresh out of the toaster would probably be rather painful. That fruit filling is HOT.
No, the worst way is having that Pop Tart craving and being virtuous and buying “healthy” low fat, whole grain pseudo-Pop Tarts.
Mmmm, burnt/frozen strawberry cardboard.
Those transfats are there for a reason, folks.
I was going to answer “rectally”, but Lulu beat me to it.
cCmon, folks. The worst way to have a pop tart would to have it stapled to your heart. Or possibly: Fired from a shotgun directly into your face.
Now, the worst way to eat a pop tart would be: covered with medical waste in front of a live studio audience. No, that would be the nastiest and most humiliating way. The worst way to eat a pop tart would be to eat one soaked in formaldehyde. No, with a pellet of plutonium in it. No, with a filling of Raid-soaked cockroaches.
I give up. There are too many answers to this. It’s just one of those unanswerable Great Questions.
I would have to say having Private Lynndie England pull it out of Omar’s butt and feeding it to you and making you eat it while she gives a thumbs up… oh, and her buddies taking pictures of it !
“There are worse pictures to come. Frankly, I’m never eating a Pop-Tart again.”
-D. Rumsfeld
I thought this thread was going to be about cravings. And here I was all prepared to share my story about how I ate a Taco supreme this afternoon in one bite.
The answer is clearly a combination.
Smothered in five-alarm anchovy chili, loaded with an incindiary round in a shotgun, and fired up your bum.
Still in the foil wrapper. And still in the unopened box.
Even worse if it’s the S’Mores-flavored ones. And they’ve melted.
No, you guys are wrong. The worst way to eat a poptart is thru your eyes.
Served in the boiling gases of Venus, by Hitler, while being forced to have sex with Mother Teresa. And through your eyes.
And . . . *it’s the unfrosted blueberry kind. *
The worst way to have a Pop-Tart is to insert it in a toaster, toast it, and then eat it.
Seriously, those things are so vile that shoving one up an Iraqi’s bum could only improve the flavor.
Weren’t Pop Tarts slathered in butter the major reason for the Basselopes’ extinction?