YSaC, Vol. CXIV
2008 November 10
Half eaten bowl of fruity pebbles.
I just poured a bowl of fruity pebbles and I got half-way through and I was full, I hat to throw them out with todays high milk and food costs so the first person here gets them.
They’re still crispy and the milk is still cold so get ’em fast
No thanks, I’ve just lost my appetite. It looks like a clown car threw up in the bowl. And that looks like a pretty big bowl of cereal for a “half eaten” bowl. I think I’d need a snorkel and flippers just to get to the other side of the bowl.
Hahaha! I just discovered your site and it’s wonderful!
Oh my God.
I only wish people in my area were this creative on Craigslist. Kudos to this guy for posting something so funny and having it immortalized at YSaC.
That is the single coolest thing I’ve ever seen.
Waste not, want not… right?
I could go for half a bowl of cereal right now actually. I finished off our milk yesterday, though, and even if we had milk, I’m all out of cereal.
Not that I like fruity pebbles anymore – WAYYYY too much sugar, but still…
I knew old horses get shipped off to the glue factory when their time has come, but I never knew old unicorns get their guts ripped out and poured into a bowl with milk.
I thought unicorn guts would be more … glittery. Must be the milk.
I thought they’d be invisible and pink.
invisible AND pink?
The Invisible Pink Unicorn is seen by some as the female predecessor of His Supreme Noodlyness, the Flying Spaghetti Monster.
But she’s purtier.
Cereal By Shel Silverstein
Rice Krispies stay crisp, though they now and then lisp
As they whisper their “thnap crackle pop” in your bowl,
And though you pour a tall can
Of milk on your ALL Bran,
It never will turn into glop (so I’m told).
I know Shredded Wheat will stay crumbly and neat
Though you soak it a year in the depths of the ocean,
And from breakfast and lunch
Your Post Toasties will crunch
To show you their love and undying devotion.
Oaties stay oaty, and Wheat Chex stay floaty,
And nothing can take the puff out of Puffed Rice.
But I wish they’d invent a cereal for someone
Who like it
All floppy
And drippy
And droppy
And lumpy
And sloppy
And soggy
And gloopy
And gooey
And mushy
And NICE!
They do, it’s called oatmeal.
The Dishwasher’s Lament
I worked hard.
My jets are exhausted
scrubbing your bowl clean.
But, really, oatmeal again?
Must you consume it every
cold and snowy day?
I expected more of you–
have you become the clichéd
porridge-eating poet? Do me a
favor, prove me wrong.
The next time the sun
splashes its rose across
fresh swirled snow, grab
your well-scrubbed bowl,
fill it with figurative
oats. Splash it with
metaphorical milk. And
please, I beg of you, use
a throw-away spoon.
Diane Mayr
Sorry, I only share food with people that share my DNA. I don’t have asshat DNA, I’m just a good actress.
“I hat”
Spark-o-rama is using his asshat as a bowl for his technicolor Toasties.
I couldn’t find a good cereal to go with “diabetes for breakfast”.
To-oft Sunday morning breakfasts of my youth: Cold, cardboardy pizza and warm, flat beer poured to a glass from half finished cans, checking for drown coach roaches and cigarette butts……..
Ew. (On the drowned roaches, not the cold pizza.)
Yes indeedy – True story: I was puttering around in garage and picked up my beer (Just opened a few minutes before) and took a big swig. It was warm! It was gross! It was a half-full can of beer that I had been drinking the day before, and it had a big drowned cockroach floating in it! A pint of José Cuervo killed the taste and, I guess, the germs. After that, all beer cans go into the trash at days end……
You used Jose Cuervo to get the old beer taste out of your mouth? YOU ARE SO OMG MY HERO!!
Yeah, way to make the pregnant woman gag in church! I mean… I’m not on YSaC in church… That would be irreverent… (Actually, I’m trying to distract myself from the churning, nasty feeling in my stomach. So that’s my excuse.)
This is my church…There’s Nuns and Jeebuses and everything.
Substitute root beer and not a half finished can, and that would be my twenties. 8)
Squirrels love last night’s pizza. Also, if you had an outdoor party, you need to check the beer for slugs.
Um, or so I’ve read.
Are coach roaches ones who can’t afford to fly business class? Or ones with a predilection for gauche, overly-branded hangbags and purses?
Yes.
Putting aside all the other problems here, does Sparky really think that the cereal will still be “crispy” by the time someone answers the ad and arrives to eat the cereal? Craigslist =/= telepathy.
Does the cereal come with the bowl, or do I need to bring my own? It will take me a few hours to get from California to Ish. What if someone else arrives before I get there? If I stay here, I have chocolate cake for breakfast. Decisions, decisions.
Hey Sparky come over here…
*BamBamBam*
This will go perfectly in my collection of other people’s partially eaten breakfasts. It’ll bring a nice splash of color on the shelf between “congealed oatmeal” and “crumbling croissant.”
Because nothing is better then your own half-eaten bowl of cereal, except some stranger’s half eaten bowl of cereal… Of course.
How I wish Sparky would just finish his bowl. If he pukes, he pukes. What would possibly look as cool coming back up as Fruity Pebbles? Yabba dabba ewww.
Hey folks! Just popping in to pick up that half eaten coffee slice I saw on Craigslist. Back on Monday.
Dang, forgot to simonize our watches, jg. Punchity Punch Punch!
Another fine morning in Battle Creek!