flightless hag

A chronicle of the adventures of birdwoman: a lonely, talentless freak who wanders the internet in search of entertainment.

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I'm a 40-something married white female, survivor of weight watchers, avid reader of pulp. Dogs (not cats), extreme right (handed, not politics), ENTJ, alto, wanna-be knitter.

February 14, 2009

Chef Bootie

So, there's this new commercial for that chef boyardee stuff. It has the kid eating the stuff while dad notices that there's a full serving of vegetables hidden in the paste.

When he goes to make note of it, mom turns on the garbage disposal. Dumb ol' dad doesn't catch the Signal, so he tries again, while mom coyly bangs pots and tells him casually to zip it.

I wish it were on Youtube, but it ain't.

Thing is, she's hiding the fact that this delicious stuff is nutricious. Not and Double Not. My kids call it chef bootie for a reason.

Still, it's a good excuse to treat the Dad figure like a moron. So, go buy some Chef Bootie. Boyardee. Whatever.




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