of inches. Milk is poured on them, and large people eat.
Robin hood, robin hood riding through the glenn. robin hood, robin hood and his band of men. Feared by the bad, loved by the good, robin hood, robin hood, robin hood.
*they arrive at a castle only to see the sherriff eating weetabix upon a tower. Robin realises he hasn’t eaten his ‘bix. The sherriff has a self-satisfied grin on his face*
Robin hood, robin hood is he in a fix? Robin hood robin hood forgot his weetabix! Shall he ride home? And not save the good?
*robin rides off with his men*
‘Cause he should. ‘Cause he should. ‘Cause he should!
–Early 90’s weetabix advert.
Essentially looking and tasting IMO like cornflakes and caked together in like the bricks you’ll be laying or rather pardon me… the big brown niagra falls that will be trickling down your legs within hours of consumption, you’re spastic talking starfish will say an ass prayer to the porcelain god, soon to be porcelain menace, in the attempt to expunge the evil from your body.
Clever, but not unknown as a fact that it alongside Dulcolax, Senekots, White Castle “slider” hamburgers, Red Lobster crab cakes, fiber tablets, Fiber One Bars, Fiber One Yogurt, prune juice, or half my mother’s cooking will be 100% garaunteed to blow your brown eye out of commission!
You either love em or hate them.
The RDA is two biscuits per day, but I usually have six, which makes me shit like a horse
Sorry, its me, I had a lot of weetabix this morning. I probably shited my pants as well.