Sounds about right for how that stuff gets everywhere, really. Say, got a spoon, I’m sure this operation will be the easiest one ever, and the puns might be considerable…as will be the screams of alarm when people assume you’re doing something other than surgery.
Here’s the thing about Cheerios.
-They’re small, which already gives them an incredible capacity to get places.
-On top of that, they have a hole in the middle, which means they can catch on things once they DO get places.
-Now factor in the ability of a two-year old to get places, and account for the fact that she’ll be carrying a payload of Cheerios due to the above two points.
You know, if young children really did possess the uncanny ability to spontaneously generate delicious breakfast cereals in their immediate vicinity, I might be more inclined to have one. Of course, then you have to hope that they’ll make a cereal you actually like.
“Okay, lucky number seven, come oooonnnnn Cinnamon Toast Crunch!”
Sounds about right for how that stuff gets everywhere, really. Say, got a spoon, I’m sure this operation will be the easiest one ever, and the puns might be considerable…as will be the screams of alarm when people assume you’re doing something other than surgery.
Your comment gives me a flashback to this: https://www.bugmartini.com/comic/zombie-saturation/
Here’s the thing about Cheerios.
-They’re small, which already gives them an incredible capacity to get places.
-On top of that, they have a hole in the middle, which means they can catch on things once they DO get places.
-Now factor in the ability of a two-year old to get places, and account for the fact that she’ll be carrying a payload of Cheerios due to the above two points.
You know, if young children really did possess the uncanny ability to spontaneously generate delicious breakfast cereals in their immediate vicinity, I might be more inclined to have one. Of course, then you have to hope that they’ll make a cereal you actually like.
“Okay, lucky number seven, come oooonnnnn Cinnamon Toast Crunch!”
“DAMMIT, BRAN FLAKES AGAIN!”
Your name is distressingly apropos to your comment.
“Zombies choose Honey Nut BRAAAAINS!”
I’ve missed seeing you in the comments.
Why thank you!