Party Stix

Need I say more?

Probably not, because you know me. But let's take the package one line at a time.

Party Stix. That sums up the euphemism right there. The title is what caught my eye in the first place.

The photo. If I mention "reach around", how many readers will I lose? Well, most of you are close friends anyway and know I'm willing to cross the line in the name of humor. Besides, I'll gain 10 times what I lose because of a bump up in search engine rankings ;)

"The Pretzel Men". Well that doesn't put the picture in a better light. I mean, that tag-line and those outfits just scream "Cirque du Soleil porno".

Pretzels. Yeah right, the pretzels I know are tied in neat little bows. The product these degenerates are offering are a thin, phallic shape and are proud to be "all natural".

It ends by pointing out that this product contains "sodium", "other nutrients", and stuff you should probably read up on.

Now I'm poking fun here, but do you really think that nobody in the long line of people who were involved in making this product said "hey, if you read this the wrong way..."? The investment bankers, the bakers, the marketing folks, the assembly-line workers, the packers, the shelf-stockers - not a one has snickered at the thought of people enjoying their "party sticks"?