Kaboom, indeed. Right into the cart.
I remember it tasting pretty good the next day at breakfast, but by about 2:30 P.M., something was definitely going wrong in stall number 2 at Mud Turtle Elementary School.
While going in for what I thought was going to be a routine "drop off", I remember the simultaneous feeling of a sudden, cold bowling ball ejecting from my stomach, while the feeling of sitting in the back of a cab getting plowed from behind by a bus going 65 mph.
When I had finally felt it was safe to stand up, I was treated to a panic-inducing mountain of pastel shit.
About 10 seconds went by before I identified it as the same hues as this morning's breakfast.
Kaboom, indeed.
Thinking I'd been poisoned, the box moved to the back of the pantry until a decision could be made with what to do with the rest.
Went back to the store the following week and that stuff was GONE. And I didn't see it again for a couple years when it reemerged in what I figured were "safer" Froot Loops-like colors.
I don't think the events are related, but you should know I joined a Satanic Cult not too long after my Kaboom experience.
(By the way, as this is being written, I'm eating a THT Burger. If you know, you know.)
-WL
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