I’ve tried to cut down in less healthy snacks. But sometimes I enjoy crunchy cheese things. Just back from the gym; felt I deserved some, and so my fingers now have traces of orange crud.
Looking at the packet, I notice Chester Cheetah is mainly orange but his paws (and arms) are white. This seems very unfortunate, even inconvenient, given his specific addiction, but I also wonder if this was intentional or ironic. Many people obsessed with cheezies probably often wash their hands. So why not?
Which joke became a reality at my company, where we had an online training kiosk setup. One morning we found it with “x” plus the name of a cute furry pet in the browser, and Cheetos strewn on the counter and floor. My boss asked if we had some idea on how to find the culprit.
I also want Cheetos now, dammit. Years of fairly healthy eating have seen my taste for a lot of junk food disappear (or I think I want it, but then when I taste it, it isn’t nearly as good as I remembered), but crunchy Cheetos - now those I still crave, and when I indulge they are just as scrumptious as always.
Whoever calibrated the “bliss point” for Cheetos deserves whatever the food industry equivalent of the Nobel Prize is.
Bear in mind that non known incident of a cheetah killing a human has ever been recorded. This could be a good pitch for making Battle for the Planet of the Cheetahs “Cheetah killed Man! Cheetah killed Man.”
Or a Tarzan movie with the traditional ending shot:
“Boy, Jane! Look at Cheetah!”
(chimp with Cheetos bag on head)
“Hahahahaha!”