This week WTF Wednesday revolves entirely around food. Wasn’t planned that way, but I am sure it has something to do with eating my feelings. Whatever.
So, WTF is this? Who drinks this? Is this a hangover cure or does someone truly enjoy beer and tomato juice? I need to know.
I took my friend Tracie some Taco Bell last week (she just had twins and isn’t getting out much … you know you are f*cked when Taco Bell is some sort of rare treat), and I noticed the packages have weird messages on them like “I collect straws” and “Will you marry me?” Tracie says they’ve been like that for years, but I guess that’s how long it’s been since my last trip to Taco Hell. Then the communicator in me got very annoyed … WTF is the purpose of this? It doesn’t make me laugh or want to buy more crappy tacos.
Finally, these immediately got my attention at the grocery store. I’m not sure what branding mini-cucumbers does for High School Musical (and it probably doesn’t help cucumbers much either) and quite frankly, it seems a little dirty to me.
— The B.S. Cafe is now serving Cheladas with snarky hot sauce and cucumber swizzle sticks.