surely as the Pop Tart mascot descends into the giant toaster, there is a flicker of horror, of desperate regret, like Anna Karenina briefly trying to pull herself up off the train tracks
surely as the Pop Tart mascot descends into the giant toaster, there is a flicker of horror, of desperate regret, like Anna Karenina briefly trying to pull herself up off the train tracks
Tolstoy would be so proud
Whoa, spoiler alert!
would love to be a fly on the wall as pop tart describes the coming horror of being eaten as a bar of irish spring realizes its death will come slowly due to its vigorous erosion by human flesh