Don't Bogart Mikey's Hoochie
Mikey was a four-year old with a rep. Luckily his reputation wasn't like "don't eye Mikey's girlfriend, he's got a rep for going all apeshit and beating up anyone who gives his lady the eye. Like there was this one dude. Mikey was rumored to have beaten him so badly with a coatstand that the guy lost all bladder control. Dude pisses himself now anytime anyplace, all for Bogarting Mikey's hoochie. Yeah. Mikey is a bad assed motherfucker."
Like I say Mikey was four-years old. At that age reps don't get much more bad assed than "that's the kid who will slurp up any puddle he sees on the sidewalk. Don't even try to stop him. Dude's insatiable."
Mikey's stonecold rep was not liking anything. In the words of his two brothers "He hates everything". All that changed when Mikey's mother bought Life cereal. Word on the street was Life cereal was "good for you". This was 1972. The miracles of Olestra, Aspartame, and balloon angioplasty were decades out. Things that were "good for you" tasted like Grandma's socks.
Mikey and his brothers, for reasons not explained, were forced to fend for themselves at breakfast time. The only thing they could find was Life cereal. And as I say, it was reputed to be "good for you". Being of the curious age, Mikey's brothers poured a bowl and added milk.
Still hung up on
this "good for you" thing and not seeing obvious signs that Life
cereal was coated in a thick layer of choco-puff-mello they hesitated. They
decided someone had to try it. Someone had to be the first to charge into
German machine gun fire on
If they weren't going to try it, well, who was? The boys cast their eyes towards little Mikey strapped down in his highchair. They exclaimed
"Let's get Mikey. He won't eat it. He hates everything!"
A more perfect canary in a coal mine could not be found.
The boys placed the cereal in front of the harshest judge
of, well, of everything. I mean this is the kid who thought The Aristocats
was a shameless star vehicle for Scatman Crothers. Mikey condemned CBS's The
Amazing Chan and the Chan Clan as a stereotype-laden, Nixon-backed ploy
to shore up American support for expanding the war beyond the borders of
But the unexpected happened. Mikey liked it.
Seeing that the little gobbler couldn't shovel the stuff fast enough into his pie hole, the brothers shouted "He likes it! Hey, Mikey!"
There was then a quick cut to the product shot and some voice over crap about how 10 cents of carbon packaged in a $2 box is nutritious and delicious and not a rip off sold to the American family by an unholy alliance between the mega-agricorporations and the advertising world. Shit, no. The end.
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