I’ve never been the type to fear clowns. But the clown on this package of knockoff Cheetos at Walgreens makes me want to grab a flashlight and hide under the covers.
I imagine if this clown were a real person, his day to day interactions would be something like this:
“Psst, hey kid,” the clown muttered in his gravely, tobacco-strained voice. “You want some hot Cheetos?”
“Those aren’t REAL Cheetos!” the kid replied indignantly.
“What, you’re too good for store brands?”
“Let me go!”
“How about you come outside with me, I have real Cheetos in the back of my van.”
Yikes! In spite of the price difference, I think I’ll be sticking with my trusty old pal Chester Cheetah.