Because that's how you open chocolate bars in the Czech Republic.
Also, cows are purple there. Clearly.
Czech it out! (That's a pun, not a typo, you uncultured swine.) |
Then I flipped it over and thought "Geez, those Czechs are really dumb" because I found another icon. This one is a detailed diagram—it's color coordinated—of how to open the package. (Please take a moment to admire the alliteration in that sentence; it's beautiful.)
Ohh, that's how you do it... |
I don't think my neck will ever be at that angle again. |
So after I got over how dumb the Czechs are, I opened the chocolate bar so that I could have a piece. (Okay, I opened the chocolate bar wrapper. You don't open chocolate bars. You open doors, yes, and jars, and even a wound sometimes, but it's hard to open a chocolate bar.) When I opened it (the wrapper, that is) I discovered the most amazing discovery that has ever been discovered. Ever.
This is my "AW HOW CUTE; COW SPOTS" face. |
Like, COW SPOTS! I think it's adorable.
Also, my "AW HOW CUTE; COW SPOTS" face may kind of look like a "MY PUPPY JUST DIED" face. I'll warrant that someone's "MY PUPPY JUST DIED" face may look like the face I'm making in that picture, however my "MY PUPPY JUST DIED" face looks a little more like this one:
Waaah, my puppy just died! |
Anyway YEAH, COW SPOTS!
Also guys, I changed my mind. If you ever want to win my heart, regular milk chocolate won't do. It has to be Czechoslovakian Cow Chocolate.
Czechoslovakian Cow Chocolate, or no deal.
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