…or your money back?
You could just give the label a look-see for the brand and expiration date. This isn’t a wine tasting.
Order this “rollicking” instructional pamphlet, and up your Man of the House game.
Look how grateful she is!
Annnnnnd then we return to Kellogg, maker of food so bowel-cleansing that the domestic violence crosses the gender divide. Look at her face: that is the enraged face of a woman who is so constipated that she can taste it, and all she wanted was some Kellogg flakes to smooth out the path, goddamn it!
Constipation rage ain’t no joke, y’all. I’ve never punched a man in the head, but I understand.