First, why do all cartoon characters eventually "go ghetto?" I mean, I know that Tweety bird and the gang stopped getting work long before I was even born, but Alvin and the Chipmunks? Here they are heading out to rob a liquor store. And they were doing so good!
Next is "Jam Pack Jam", the game where you time how fast you can pack a car trunk, then try to beat that time. I don't know who this one is aimed at, children of known fugitives, or children of Target's favorite customer- the obsessive compulsive. Don't get it? Then you don't have the disease.
This one claims, "Hear conversations up to thirty feet!" We had that device when I was young, we called it an eardrum. Dude, its thirty feet.
Here's Dora and Diego, hopefully going back home to Cuba.
For Gods sakes, just throw the damn treat.
In the country, they have a device to help deal with dogs that are crippled, or too old to stand on their own- its called a bullet. This, on the other hand, is pretty sick.
Again, the old question. Who the hell is walking who?
The chocolate is way better. (WTF?)
Found it like this. I know my brother shops there, I suspected him the second I saw it.
"This one time, at band camp" I know, not funny.
Well, that's all I have. I have reserved a few more of the pet related pictures for a later story that I may title, "Stop being such a dog fucker". Till then, I'm out-
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I say we invent a pill that gives worms to people we don't like.
"What do you not understand? This is a pill, that gives worms to ex-girlfriends!" Brain Candy- Awesome.
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