Our internal organs are revolting…seriously! First we have the walking big-eyed bladder of the Myrbetriq commercial, and now in a Wonderful Halos commercial we have a stomach so appalled by the dietary choices of its host that it jumps out of his mid-section complete with skinny legs, and like something from John Carpenter’s The Thing scrambles off in the opposite direction! In the Halos “Good Choice, Kid: Fair” commercial, we are shown one gentleman with double deep-fried butter sticks in each hand offering one to another guy at a county fair. It’s more than his stomach can stomach, erupting from his gut and charting its own course…
It’s not that I’d be immune to the allure of a double deep-fried stick of butter. I’d probably enjoy one immensely, dying with a smile on my face even as it clogged my arteries. County fairs are notorious for providing such guilty pleasures. I just doubt that I could retain the blissful composure of the fried butter stick eater as my gastrointestinal organs visibly bailed ship and exited my body, which is the stuff of serious nightmares. The butter-eater seems to shrug it off…
“Who knew these things were bad for you?,” comments the double deep fried butter eater as his stomach runs off. “Everyone,” responds the other guy, continuing to sensibly eat his Wonderful Halos oranges. Sometimes, you see, the right dietary choice is easy, even if guilty pleasures aren’t going away any time soon…



do that! Teamed reluctantly with the young and beautiful woman who is his successor, Stan is pressed into service to battle legions of demonic monsters that include witches, vampires, evil puppets, and even a were-pony! Although he’d much rather be drinking and watching television, Stan uses traditional and improvised weaponry to devastating effect, repeatedly bludgeoning for example a large winged skeleton-bird wraith creature (at right) with a shovel until it moves no more .- – You gotta love this guy!










There may also be a link with the King of the Cats tale in British folklore. In this story, a farmer saw eight black cats (some accounts say nine) carrying a coffin with a royal crown seal on it. The cats are lamenting the death of their king, and the farmer goes home to tell of his encounter to his wife and cat, Old Tom. Upon hearing the account, the farmer’s cat cries, “Old Tim is dead? Then I’m King of the Cats!” Up the chimney he goes, never to be seen again…a calling was received from on high…


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