Unfortunately, the bag of Ultimate Cheese Puffs didn’t yield more suggestively shaped snack foods. Sorry, Dan, I looked really hard for the Virgin Mary, or anything controversial, but all I found was cheese puffs. Tasty, yummy cheese puffs. Ed found some ducks and some ram horns, but, honestly, I think he was stretching.
What I did find was this. Look at the picture from from the bag. Am I the only one who thinks the boy looks like he’s running from a zombie apocalypse while the rest of his family cavorts happily through a field of wild flowers? Why wouldn’t the little punk tell his family about the zombies? Does he want them to get eaten? This is the stuff I think about. Welcome to my world.