What's Up in Aisle 12?

Oreo Cakester? If I'm looking for a subtle chocolate flavor flanked by wonderfully fluffy cream, I'm going to buy an Oreo. Perhaps I should be more specific: I'm going to buy a REAL Oreo.

Listen here. I'm from the street, and I eat my Oreos the right way, with milk and NOT in cake form. I might dig on some Oreo ice cream or maybe even an Oreo mini, but why would I bastardize my sweet, sweet sandwich cookie perfection by turning it into a charlatan "cakester."

Dear Nabisco: stick to the cookie. If I wanted shitty chocolate sponginess, I'd just buy some Pillsbury cake mix. OOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOH! I just said that!


















Buy 8 or more and get a $0.50 discount on ice cream? Seriously? Safeway is basically telling us: you can save $2 if you stuff your fat asses with 15,000 heart-stopping calories of Neopolitan. I have news for you Safeway, I can't be a member the Safeway Club if I'm dead.


















It felt like a peach and smelled like a peach, so why the hell did it look like Saturn? And this wasn't some strange retarded peach; the whole basket looked squatty and deformed.

And oh my goodness, what are these Fruitty-Pebble sized oranges in my supermarket? I asked the grocer "What's this?" and held up the perplexing miniature. "Hmmm. I forget what it's called. It's like, a small orange."

So helpful.