Dear Mr. Otis Spunkmeyer,
I have to tell you that I’m a very big fan. Even though you left the porn industry in the late 80’s, I have continued to follow your work as you awkwardly transitioned from eating muffins to baking them. I assumed that you would have changed your stage name after the career change, but apparently it has not affected your success.
Anyways, I’m writing in to complain about your mini muffins. Don’t get me wrong, they are quite delicious, but they have damn near ruined my life. I like that they are individually wrapped, but this makes it far too easy for me to reach into the box and indulge. Oh, it’s easy for me to say “It’s just one” until I’m in a sugar coma and I slowly choke to death as the wrappers obscure my breathing path. Your chocolate and blueberry ones in particular will almost certainly be the cause of my demise.
Another complaint I have is that the crumbs tend to fall all over the place as I am eating your muffins. You could argue that I shouldn’t be devouring them as I am going 80 on the freeway, but I would tell you that I am a very busy man who has places to be. Alright, maybe I don’t, but it’s still a pain in the ass to try and vacuum your car every time you want a snack. If I were ever to have a hot date, this would be almost as embarrassing as my Spongebob Squarepants floormats.
Finally, the grotesque sight of me licking the paper muffin wrapper and folding it up so I can squeeze the chocolatey innards out with my teeth is something that I don’t need to see. Since the left side of my room is a closet mirror, this is extremely difficult to avoid. The last thing I need to witness is my sorry ass gnawing on what amounts to about a tenth of a cent worth of muffin. I have enough issues as it is. My professors have begun to suspect that I’m stealing their coffee mugs, all of my nights out end up with me walking home naked as a gang of high school kids laugh at me, and the writer’s strike is threatening production of The Office. Nobody knows this, but that’s where 95% of my jokes come from. If my friends were to ever find out that I am an amalgamation of several characters from a sitcom, they would surely leave me to die in a gutter.
As you can see, my complaints thus far have less to do with your product and more to do with my addiction to it. This is why I was very excited to try your new strawberry shortcake muffins. Sadly, they are a bit of a disappointment. If they were anything like your award-winning film Strawberry Shortcake Muffins Volume 6, then they would have been a lot tastier and more sexually arousing. I guess it’s like comparing apples and oranges, though.
I’m going a little off topic; the fruit I’m really here to talk about it strawberry. Your new strawberry muffins look amazing on the box. There are stripes of fruit and pieces of cake on top of the muffin. After realizing that it is basically cake on top of cake, I couldn’t wait to dig in and binge eat the entire box. However, the strawberry “stripes” turned out to be nothing more than drizzles of strawberry-flavored syrup. It’s something fun to introduce to the bedroom, but not something that’s really appetizing. Plus, cake on top of cake is tastier in theory than in practice. Overall, it was an acceptable yet underwhelming strawberry muffin. Have you no shame, Otis Spunkmeyer?
However, you can make it up to me. Attached to this letter is a box of Fleshlights, which I intend to sell at inflated prices on eBay. It would be great if you could autograph and return them, preferably unused.
(Nutritional Facts – 1 muffin – 220 calories, 10 grams of fat, 2.5 grams of saturated fat, 0 grams of trans fat, 35 mg of cholesterol, 180mg sodium, 31 grams of carbs, 0 grams of dietary fiber, 18 grams of sugar, 3 grams of protein.)
Item: Otis Spunkmeyer Strawberry Shortcake Muffins
Purchased at: Wal-Mart
Rating: 6 out of 10
Pros: Moist muffins. Individually sealed and wrapped for your pleasure. The idea of cake sprinkled on top of cake. Making money off of autographed Fleshlights. Strawberry Shortcake Muffins Volume 6.
Cons: Extremely sweet and artificial tasting. Not made with real fruit. Potential of mini muffin addiction killing me or ruining my potential hot date. The writer’s strike threatening my social life.