Tuesday, November 11, 2008

And Now, Apropos of Nothing, a Tiny Glimpse into My Personal Neuroses


This was my favorite cereal as a kid.

I would ask my mom for it because I always felt like the clown looked vaguely sad -- like the company had threatened to fire him as a mascot or something if people didn't start buying.

Poor clown. He's doing his best.

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