
When I was a kid life was much simpler, meals were prepared for me, we were never out of Kool-Aid or milk, and snack time meant OREOS! Not Coffee’n Cream Oreos, not Chocolate Creme Mini Oreos, and definitely not Reduced Fat Oreos! At some point the continual push for increased (and not maintained) profits has pushed CEOs to pervert my childhood! Now there are so many different varieties of chocolate and creme fat-ass wafers that I would be surprised if your local mom-and-pop killing mega-super-conglomo mart has room to display them all!
At least I can still buy the Oreos that I remember from my childhood. The geniuses at Frito Lay in their infinite wisdom removed my favorite childhood snack chip from the market. I can no longer buy the Doritos that I enjoyed with my white-bread PB&J sandwiches. A fresh bag of deep fat fried Taco flavored Doritos is as close as your neighborhood 7-11. The closest you can get to original Doritos is NACHO CHEESIER Doritos! They might as well be shit-flavored Doritos, because I am never buying a bag.
Choosy moms can still choose Jif, but now they have to decide between Berry Blend, Apple Cinnamon, or Chocolate Silk Jif (among other varieties). At least the Chocolate Silk variety is honest, and looks like the warm pile of crap that it is!
Who made the decision that every popular food item needed countless inferior sub-varieties? I really want to know so I can wind my magic watch backwards, find the bastard, and blow a Morton Pot Pie sized hole in his head. Then I would march my idiot murdering self to the closest 7-11 and buy a big bag of ORIGINAL Doritos to eat on my trip back to the present.
Keep you dirty stinking money-grubbing paws off of my FRIGGIN childhood.