Mr. Cellophane

In a location adjacent to a place in a city of some significance, what comes out of my head is plastered on the walls of this blog.

Monday, September 12, 2016

At work today, where I did inventory on a 7-Eleven for the first time, I ran across Hostess Orange Cupcakes.

My dad would bring home Hostess snack cakes for the family when I was a kid and, even as a child of special education, I knew that those Orange cupcakes did not hit the palette right at all.

I think that they instilled in me - at that young age - that some foodstuffs just don't go together (looking right at you, you bunch of let's-put-bacon-on-fucking-everything-even-the-desserts sociopaths).



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