Split: I wish more foods were named in the same vein as “I Can’t Believe It’s Not Butter”.
Pilby: You’ve Got To Be Pulling My Leg, THIS Is Ranch?!
STAT: Shut The Fuck Up, Are You Telling Me This Shit Is Ketchup?
Lampert: I Firmly Believe This Is Not Mustard And I Am Horribly Wrong.
Mozelle: I Refused To Believe That This Condiment Was Barbecue Sauce, And I Have Been Summarily Flayed For My Apostasy.
Prototype: I Assigned Negligible Probability To This Being Chili Sauce And Have Since Updated.
Wallter: In Which Your Humble Narrator Assumed That The Substance Within This Container Was Not Worcestershire Sauce Only To Be Rudely Awakened From This Delusion By Mysterious Circumstances.
Mannequin_Mark: So I Figured This Was Jam But Boy Howdy Was I Jumping To Some Erroneous Goddamn Conclusions.
Infected: 7H15 N07 50UP.
(Translation: This not soup.)
Scag: Breadn’t.
I love the ones that are just so insanely convoluted 😭
And then there's just
Breadn't
