Here are a few product reviews posted this week from other blogs, wrapped in an HTML shell and served with immature writing.
Jell-O shots can now be good for you, sorority girls everywhere rejoice! (via Gigi Reviews)
Speaking of girls I have no chance with, I hate cheerleader movies because they remind me that I wasn’t good enough to make my high school cheer squad. I tried really hard to grow a vagina, but I just couldn’t. (via Pajiba)
I’m disgusted with the language used in the name of these cookies. I’m offended by its use of the tamest four-letter word. (via Snackerrific)
It’s the Mike’s Hard Lemonade of energy drinks, except without the alcohol and it’s not the choice of would-be child molesters on Dateline NBC’s To Catch a Predator. (via Taurine Rules)
Remember when you first saw the Soup Nazi episode of Seinfeld and thought how funny it was. Then you went to work the next day and you asked one of your co-workers if you could borrow their phone and right before they hand it to you they take it back and say, “No soup for you!” That first time you laughed, but then the year 2003 rolled around and you asked your buddy if you can borrow their cell phone because yours ran out of juice, but right before you grab it, they pull it away from you and say “No soup for you!” You don’t laugh, instead you try to figure out when that episode of Seinfeld was first shown, probably the mid-1990’s, and then you think about all of the times you’ve heard the phrase “No soup for you!” since. After counting the 113th time, something snaps in your head, you grab your friend’s cell phone, slam it to the ground, smash it with your shoe, and then say another line you’ve heard too many times: “Yippee ki yay, motherfucker.”