I thought the most poorly named product in recent history was the brand of Peter Pan peanut butter that was called “Peter Pan Whipped.” It implied everything from sadomasochism in Neverland to the notion that Peter doesn’t get to leave the house unless Wendy gives him the okay.
But that pales in comparison to the ad I saw tonight for Jack-In-The-Box. Get this:
Buy a Value Meal, and you get a Reindeer ball.
Oh. My God.
Let us be generous enough to assume they’re not talking about sexual congress with a reindeer. Let us, instead, go with the obvious. For those of you who want to know what it is like to eat a Reindeer ball, I refer you to Darlene Randle of “Fear Factor” who had to eat that very thing. According to Ms. Randle:
“They had a casing that was so hard to digest and chew. They exploded in your mouth when you put them in there and it was all warm and just totally gross. Just chewing the outer part was the hardest for me to get down. I had to chew it up as much as possible and then swallow.”
I mean, it’s not as if the term “Jack in the Box” doesn’t have its own bit of sexual innuendo. So you think they’d be alert. You’d think perhaps they might have said you could get a free Reindeer Christmas Ornament. But no. Eat at JITB, get a Reindeer ball.
What next? Elf balls?
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