Nice Merchandise!



I found this at the Gopher Bargain Center in St. Cloud, MN today.

The price says it all, except maybe to add, "Good thing it's just flavored."


Comments

ThatsRich said…
It also says it's "spicy" - and it's labeled as Jamaican, so perhaps they mean "jerk" seasoning.

If true, this would make it "jerked cock" soup mix.

No thanks.
September 18, 2008 at 4:50 PM
Nataraj Hauser said…
You know the difference between a rooster and a hooker?

A rooster says, "Cock-a-doodle-doo!" while a hooker says, "Any cock'll do!"
September 18, 2008 at 7:24 PM
catherine verrilli said…
leave it to kristian to notice the price: you win!!

god, i love that gopher place; it's so sweet!
September 19, 2008 at 9:21 AM
Bowdahaid said…
Wow! I hadn't even THOT of The Goph in over a decade. That place always had interesting gack (and at a Bargain Center price). How'd it taste? Nyuk, nyuk, nyuk.
~E
September 19, 2008 at 3:14 PM
Anna said…
So.... How was it?
September 19, 2008 at 4:27 PM
Gretchen said…
I had my first chance to see this on a computer screen today: I missed all the details and nuance on my cellphone screen....
Hard to imagine why we don't see this one on the shelves at Byerly's, isn't it?
September 23, 2008 at 7:46 AM
Jen said…
I love that this post has gotten like 5 times more comments than any others. *chuckle* Nothing like a cock to bring out the peanut gallery.
September 24, 2008 at 2:47 PM
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