Anyway, I came across a candy bar at an FDA-cringing price. For a candy bar that was nearly half petri-dish, it was good. I couldn't help wondering why it had been sitting out for so many years. Then I looked at the label.
|Drifter, for the hobo in us all.|
I laughed (and took a picture, because weekly humor blog) and forgot about it. A week later, I was in Trader Joe's and came across these.
|Adding further proof that Trader Joe's is too cool for focus groups. Or common sense.|
I then remembered one I came across during a long airplane flight many years ago.
|With a name like Taxi, it has to be wholesome.|
Coming across all these terribly named candy bars made me realize I could name candy bars as a new career (when I got tired of nude modelling).
Here's my ideas.
The Douche Bar
|For those "not so fresh days."|
|So delicious, there should be a law.|
|When Wingdings don't satisfy you.|
The Trump Bar
|Grab life by the pussy.|