It's probably a good bet that the French don't intend for their bread to be stored like this. But in a rush, who wouldn't fold a baguette in half and try to cram it into a bag that's too small?
Two brothers chronicle the crumpled existence of living with wives who don't share their obsessive compulsive disorder.
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Monday, November 29, 2010
Giving thanks, again and again
Monday, November 15, 2010
Baby's first stale snack
Crumpled bags aren't just for adult snacks. Kids can get in on the action, too, when mom is in charge of the Cheerios. It won't take the milk long to make these soggy.
You like nice, and wrinkled
Why just crumple a bag of chips when you can transfer that skill to the day's laundry? Here's a clean shirt, left to hang by a wife with the collar up and wrinkles sure to follow.
Viva la staleness!
Think you'd want to dip your stale chip into a mound of guacamole? Wives like to tear bags as hard as they can, often creating a rip down the side that is impossible to seal with a chip clip.
Before and after
Think these potato snacks would be any good if left in this crumpled state? They barely taste fresh as it is.
Folded like a pretzel
What's worse than a stale pretzel? A recurring theme here will be bags that are crumpled closed, rather than neatly folded. Wives are always in a hurry, munching and crumpling with little regard for freshness.
Wipe your face
Wives crumple napkins into balls of greasiness. Would you want to pick this up if you were waiting on this table? Husbands can clean their mouths and hands without turning a napkin into a turd origami.
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