Apparently this poor excuse for a clown isn’t willing to get shot out of a cannon on the front and back of the box. Obviously he/she/it isn’t willing to risk his/her/its health, well-being and clowny body to provide me with a few haughty giggles in the morning. Let’s not even start in on taste… Shitty cereal. PASS.
Blatant sexual innuendos and a smooth fruity taste? More please.