Cereal Killer

The advertising industry seem to believe that people are incapable of handling their breakfast in the morning. "Can you handle the extreme crunch of Crunchios?" they ask. "Dare you challenge the awesome taste of Cinnemon Swirls?"

I can just imagine the scene now; a tired old man sitting in his armchair, a bowl of Crunchios cupped in one hand and a spoon in the other. He lifts the utensil to his mouth, deposits the food, pulls it away and bites down. Suddenly his eyes widen. The hand holding the spoon begins to tremble. The bowl crashes to the ground, spilling it's contents across the carpet. Concerned, the man's daughter runs into the room.
"Father, what's wrong?"
"These Crunchios... I... I just can't handle this."
"Crunchios? Oh father, haven't you seen the adverts!"
"I... I thought I could take it. These crunchy balls of wheat made with honey and cinnemon... they seemed so tasty."
"Oh you stubborn, foolish old man!" the daughter cries, maternally clutching her father's head against her warm bussom "Don't worry. We'll get you bran flakes. They'll make everything right."
But they do not. His senses dulled by the awesome taste of Crunchios, the old man goes through life with his senses dead to everything else but the lingering taste of honey and wheat...

That's why I prefer Frosties. They're great.

:-Paul.