I wonder if the parents of this little happy girl they feature on their packaging named her after they started their frozen dinner company?
Or did they decided to create a company because they had a daughter who's name rhymed with a pasta dish?
And if they had a son, would they create a product called Andy Antipasti, Tommy Tortelloni, or Tony Rigatoni and slap his little smiling mug on the package, assuring the little darlin' years of embarrassment and teasing?
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3.17.2010
9.30.2009
Oprah's Rejects
First Oprah takes over every media outlet there is, plastering doctored pictures of her chubby self on the cover of every issue of her shiny magazines.
Then she has these larger-than-life-personality doctors on her show who excite her female audiences into a medical frenzy as they dispense advice.
Then she dumps their fugly mugs on us, by giving them their own TV shows.
Then she has these larger-than-life-personality doctors on her show who excite her female audiences into a medical frenzy as they dispense advice.
Then she dumps their fugly mugs on us, by giving them their own TV shows.
I say "Oprah! Keep your creepy, blathering, drawling Dr. Phil and that pan-faced, scrub-wearing Dr. Oz to yourself. I have my own damn creepy doctors. Thank you."
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