"Whole Bunches of Oats" sounds like something my dad would have bought at the dollar store when I asked him for Honey Bunches of Oats. I guess some people enjoyed those more than I did. I'll bet this lady never tried Pr'vate First Class Crunch. It is NOT a tattoo-worthy experience, I'll tell you that much.

What? Where did you THINK these things came from? They don't just grow like that, you know.

Is that bird in its death throes? Or did it just see itself in the mirror?