The little Cheetoling who could brought her youngins’ to the punkin’ yard (that’s how she says it) yesterday for some kind of photo-op. You know, to show us that once again she’s perfectly fine, because non-crazy people can be around giant pumpkins without losing their minds. Although, I doubt she knew those were pumpkins when she first got there.
I bet that when they drove up, Brit Brit’s eyes widened at all the huge balls of Cheetos everywhere. She had to pinch herself. She ran through the patch like…well…like Brit Brit in a Cheeto patch. She screamed, “Look at all these tremenjus balls of Cheetos! Is we in hevvins?!!!” She learned the awful truth when she tried to bite into one. When Brit Brit’s heart breaks, a bag of Cheetos doesn’t make it past the production line.