I remember going to a Vancouver Canadians (now defunct) baseball game about 12 years ago for my birthday. Oh, woe was upon the poor man in the Twinkie the Kid outfit that day, being assaulted by a dozen grubby, remorseless 8 year olds.
Twinkie the Kid on Weston Bakery day… I didn’t really think Twinkies were that big in Canada.
Ah, so that explains it. Mrs. Trion and I were watching TV last night and one of those news blurbs came on. You know “Twinkie shortage. Film at 11.” We looked at each other like the world had gone mad.
I won’t stand for this! Let’s round up the scabs and the strikebreakers and get these people back to work. We need our Twinkies! Anyone got a billy club I can borrow? Oh yeah, and to make up for the strike, I say 12 hour days with half the pay for all Twinkie workers!
“Can’t this lousy rotten useless fucking lump of cosmic shit planet make up it’s fucking mind? It just makes me sick.”
–Dr. Watson
{{{Last time I was in L.A. there sure didn’t seem to be a Twinkie shortage . . . Oh—you mean the snack cake? Never mind . . .}}}—Eve
Damn…nabbed MY line! Need to be faster next time.
–Kalél TheHungerSite.com
“If ignorance is bliss, you must be orgasmic.”
“Well, there was that thing with the Cheese-Wiz…but I’m feeling much better now!” – John Astin, Night Court