Recent observation at the grocery store. Who the hell is this on the cover of the Wheaties box?
Since when can just anyone grace the cover of the whole grain classic? We have nothing but respect for the Ironman champ, but that's not going to get me to buy Wheaties. The Garbage Minute Guys grew up collecting Wheaties boxes because Jordan, Walter Payton, and Bird told us to make our moms buy the cereal...not some skinny dude we've never heard of. I would rather be on the cover of that lame box of Great Value knock off flakes. Due to this fall from marketing grace, Wheaties has given us no choice but to stock our kitchen with Lucky Charms here at the Garbage Minutes World Headquarters in Cork, Ireland.
Where's the old Wheaties marketing magic?
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