Let me start by saying that I appreciate the way you prefer to go by Cap’n as opposed to the more formal Captain. But I must ask, Cap’n of what? A boat? A plane? The back of my current box would have me believe you are the Cap’n of a sled dog team. No matter, I love you just the same.
I loved you long before you felt it necessary to advertise on the front of the box that you do not contain any trans fat. Awesome. This means you are practically health food. I’m willing to overlook the 13g of sugar per recommended serving. It is worth mentioning that you are right on par with you friends Sugar Bear and Lucky Charm but Snap, Crackle and Pop are kicking your ass.
I turned to you this evening because I am sicker than a dog. You know just what to do to when I need a little pick-me-up. That’s right, tear the bejeezus out of the roof of my mouth.
See you in the morning.
Love and cankers,
Kim
PS… I support your bid for promotion.
3 responses so far ↓
RM // November 26, 2008 at 4:22 pm |
I’ll echo your point about Cap’n Crunch waging an all out war on the mouth’s structural integrity. For his success in that war, he deserves a promotion to Admiral. Or Ad’mrl.
Katie Matheson // November 26, 2008 at 5:04 pm |
why is it that the cap’n does that to your mouth? is the the insane CRUNCH before the over-soggyness milk brings? is it the lack of soothing transfats? is it like that dude with herpes that just wants to take your purity away? I say cap’n, you’re rough but i like it.
Dan // November 26, 2008 at 10:22 pm |
Kim eats it faster than the milk can soak it.