Bad Crackers.
Our pal, Bitterman is not happy, and I don’t blame him.
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It’s difficult to imagine anyone complaining about bad crackers more elegantly:
“How in good conscience could the Keebler Brands family let these shit shingles masquerading as a competent saltine pass out their doors? Times must be hard around the hollow tree. That, or the elves have developed a serious narcotics problem in recent years.â€
I completely felt our pal’s pain when he said that the inferior crackers are not robust enough to stand up to a up to a good peanut butter smearing. As some of the more recent visitors to this corner of the cyber world may not know, I have a serious thing for peanut butter.
No civilized peanut butter eater should have to tolerate hopped-up elves or bad crackers.
Yessiree Jimbo. I am all about me some late night peanut butter and crackers upside a glass of cold milk.
Comment by bitterman — February 3, 2005 @ 11:36 pm
I love ice cream and club crackers. Daddy just to make that for us every Saturday night. To this day, the only reason I keep club crakers in the house is for ice cream and/or peanut butter.
**my very favorite thing is vanilla ice cream, with a scoop of creamy peanut butter on the side with a club cracker to scoop it up with…yummy**
Comment by Tammi — February 4, 2005 @ 4:53 pm