Yurij declared:
WCP
Tuesday, April 17th, 2007 at 11:22 pm
It’s one thing we all love and cherish, no matter what.
White Cheddar Popcorn. It is so delicious, one cannot help but consume more. And more. I’m not a big fan of junk foods anymore. Though, I’d hardly call White Cheddar Popcorn junk. I do not buy bags of it each day. Perhaps a bag every couple of months. I dare not take more for fear of taking it for granted, thus, losing its value and appreciation.
Its taste is unlike that of anything else. Buy white cheddar from the store. Tastes almost nothing like it. There is no substitute for a substitute, especially when it is far better then what it has been substituting.
However, one thing about this delicacy bothers me. Those little flakes inside the popcorn. You know of what I speak. And it gets in your throat. Sometimes not even, it gets stuck on your tongue and there’s nothing you can do about it no matter how many fingers you shove down the back of your throat. It is so irritating. You try to gargle it out, but it hardly budges, stuck on to your tongue with a vacuum seal. Takes hours for something to finally give and its out. But wait….you have a craving for more. Nevermind the agony you were just in, it’s WHITE CHEDDAR POPCORN. Bedazzled by its smell, your mouth waters at the very thought of its taste. If this isn’t a metaphor for life, I don’t know what is.
WCP
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Lara said,
April 17, 2007 at 11:56 pm
Well said. WCP is nearly as good as potato crisps.
The nastiest side effect though I believe, is the gunky cheesy film that one rakes up on their fingers after eating a bag of this. What say you?
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Ryan said,
April 18, 2007 at 12:18 am
Oh, that is the glory! I love the cheesy film! I take my toungue to my finger like I would to a young lover!
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SkankySalo said,
April 23, 2007 at 10:42 pm
i love tits. nice.
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Paul Schepel said,
May 15, 2007 at 7:56 pm
Popcorn
Life is a bowl of popcorn,
Drenched in butter, fresh out of the microwave.
We indulge on its deliciousness for awhile,
And throw away its flavor in a matter of seconds.
The crunchy flakes on the inside get jammed between our teeth,
Stuck at the top of our throats,
And the rears of our tongues.
We stick our fingers in to try to scratch the flakes off,
But that just makes the irritation worse.
We try everything to get them out,
But they are glued to the surface under a vacuum seal.
No matter how hard we try to excavate the flakes,
It always takes a matter of hours for the pain to ease away.
And when the pain is gone,
The only thing we want is more popcorn.
Even after all the trouble we’ve been through,
We still crave more.
We enjoy the delicacies of life until they eventually cause us pain.
And when the pain goes away,
The normalcy bores us and we return to what it is that we crave.
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Paul Schepel said,
May 15, 2007 at 8:01 pm
i had to write a poem on an extended metaphor for english class. i didn’t know what to write. i was clueless. it was dark… but this review was the light! thanks to yurij dobriansky and his genius blog, i got full credit. this is an inspiration and should be included in Forrest Gump 2