At Last, I Can Combine Drinking And Overeating In A Way That Doesn't Get Me Arrested
If you're like me, you prefer to enjoy the Cracked blog with a morning "Megamuffin," a muffin of your own creation studded with cookie dough, baked into a candy shell, and swimming in chocolate sauce. Then you like to make yourself throw up, look in the mirror, and weep bitterly while pinching rolls of fat on your arms and belly. Ah, now we're feeling awake and refreshed. Well pinch no more! Or at least less vigorously. A new study out of Israel suggests that saturated fat may not be so bad for you after all. Of course, this could just be another Jewish ploy to put some meat on that skinny tuchus of ours. And while I usually complain about science's constant revisions of what is healthy or not, this one I can stand behind. Anything that justifies my love affair with the Butterfinger can’t be wrong. As far as I can see, there's only one problem that could arise out of this development, namely a societal backslide into Roman-style decadence. In an age when most of the world perceives Americans as grotesque pigs, giving us license to enjoy our saturated fats could well result in something utterly unholy, like people just taking shots of cake frosting and thinking that that’s okay. What? That’s already happened? Someone’s probably sucking down a shot of vanilla cream as we speak? Dear God. It’s true. You know those annoying cutesy gourmet cupcake shops that have been enjoying a resurgence in the Pacific Northwest? The ones with “cakery” in the title and patronized by yuppie computer programmers who never got the hang of coffee? Apparently they’re on a mission to destroy us all. See, there’s nothing wrong with a man enjoying something like the Megamuffin in his own home, especially if that man is me. But publicly avowing that “yes, we sell tiny cups of frosting for people who want the taste of the cupcake, but without all that bread,” is the kind of thing terrorist recruiters use in their
Get To Know The Great White Satan pamphlets.
We’ve got an image to maintain, people, and doing so has graver consequences than ever before. The frosting shot doesn’t just depress the Ugandans, it pisses off people bent on our destruction. People who were just kind of considering a career in suicide bombing, saw a photograph of a bunch of college co-eds taking frosting shots at their local cakery, and said “fuck it. Strap on the dynamite.”
They use dynamite, right? I get most of my explosives knowledge from old Warner Bros. cartoons.
For all our sakes, boycott the frosting shot. The good news is, with saturated fat in the clear, you’re free to go home and squeeze a tube directly into your mouth. Just draw the curtains first.
And while we’re at it, there are a few other affronts to decency we should probably stop eating as well. But hey. I’m not here to lecture anyone.
Tell you what, we’ll make it a game. I’ll provide a fictional but fitting origin story, and you try and guess what American eat-trocity I’ve got in mind. Ready?
1969 may have been the year of the moon landing, Woodstock, and the famed Beatles rooftop concert, but few know it was also the year of the first filmed double penetration. The tricky maneuver went off without a hitch on the basement set of Easy Rider 2: Ridin' Bareback, and upon its successful completion, a young fluffer and amateur baker named Sheryl Spangler remarked “my God, I’ve got it!” Then after spending the day blowing men in order to keep them erect for filming, she returned home to her kitchen and made cookie history.
The disgrace in question? The Double Stuff Oreo.
When not blogging for Cracked, Michael is perfecting his space-age out-of-this-world moon waffles as head writer and co-founder of Those Aren't Muskets!