Who Said We're Wack?

NOSE PIERCINGS!

Yes, what about them? Here's a lovely picture to satisfy your need for visual aids. Don't worry, I'm here for you.

I think they look like your nose got in a sword fight and lost.

Or you picked a scab and have gold blood.

Or you are a dancing gold robot on the street, but didn't wash up around your nose well enough.

Or you could only afford one earing and didn't know where to put it.

Or you need help holding up your glasses.

Or you got frustrated with a manila envelope and stabbed yourself with the clasp.

Or you live on the Jersey Shore.

Or your tooth filling came out so you stuck it in your nose.

Or you rebelled from your Christian family that didn't let you dance, or look at boys, or drink grape juice, or leave the house exposing your ankles or wrists (That's a bit Mormon, I know.).

The point is, is that I like exploring all the possible situations a nose ring could be interpreted as.

Let's talk about Frosted Flakes, shall we?

Who eats Frosted Flakes?

I don't know anybody who eats Frosted Flakes. It's sad, really. I mean when you're growing up, Frosted Flakes are da bomb. But I feel like they have lost their glory. They're fading. They've been forgotten as the new decade has taken all of us in surprise.

As sad as I am about the cereal being forgotten, I'm even more destraught about Tony the Tiger. I mean, Frosted Flakes were his main source of income. What's he going to do know, with the obvious decline in Frosted Flake sales. He probably has a family, kids, a wife, maybe even a dog. He's a working man, out of a job, how is he going to provide for them, huh? Tell me that.

I haven't seen poor Tony around in a while. Come to think of it, I haven't seen Toucan Sam around for a bit either, or Sonny the Cuckoo bird.

WHAT'S HAPPENING TO AMERICA?

The friendliest, hardest workers in America are rapidly disappearing right before our very eyes. I blame it on serial killers, slaughtering the innocent cereal characters for their own sick, twisted pleasure. Gosh darn.

R.I.P. Beloved cereal characters of the 00's (? what are we supposed to call the period from 2000-2009?) and before. You'll be forever loved and eternally missed. Rest well, stay gold, Pony Boy, stay gold.