Well Fuck Me!

After a bizarre dream last night that consisted of my family stealing a boat and me running around with a naked baby that wouldn’t stop shitting, I woke up this morning craving Cracklin’ Oat Bran. I don’t see the correlation either but I had Cracklin’ Oat Bran on the brain and I wasn’t going to stop until I had some Cracklin’ Oat Bran.

After dressing myself in whatever clothes I found on the floor I ran to Safeway without brushing my teeth. Despite my horrid morning breath I didn’t want anything to deter from the sweet taste of Cracklin’ Oat Bran.

I was shocked when I came across the newly redesigned box of Cracklin’ Oat Bran in the appalling under-stocked cereal aisle in the super market. It was more surprising than a rusty trombone. There it was; a box of Cracklin’ Oat Bran, $6. Six dollars! Six dollars for a box of cereal that was only 17 ounces; barely larger than a pound. What the hell is this world coming too when Cracklin’ Oat Bran costs more than actual crack?