That’s how bad it got: millions tried a different brand.
But today he is haunted by the recollection of throwing up what had to be his entire stomach lining
Jaunty rears will win the war!
Oh your time will come, hon. Just wait. It’ll be cottage-cheese and peach wedges and Rye-Krisp for lunch and it won’t make a damn bit of difference, either.
I like the way the woman in white doesn’t contradict her friend. In the second panel she’s almost struck dumb with the pathetic expectations her friend is playing in the product. Dear. Start with getting a date. Baby steps.
This answers the question “What would the music for a 1960s West German movie about a New York FBI Agent sound like?”
"Those floating severed heads will make people uneasy. Better add impossibly small bodies obviously incapable of supporting such cranial mass."
Got some broccoli on your teeth there, sport.