Here in God’s Country, the familiar faces on our breakfast cereal seem as natural as our constellations. Why wouldn’t three onomatopoetic elves be associated with rice chunks, and chocolate balls of course should be represented by a blood sucking Eastern European nobleman, and if you are forced to eat Corn Flakes Keanu Reeves will do a weird dance for you like you are the prince of breakfast.
and so on and on and on
But there are other places, and other mythologies. The one constant being–if you are a kid and you want to eat food in the morning, you need some kind of bizarre trickster to grant you superpowers in exchange for consuming cereal. It says so in the Bible.
Let’s start in Venezuela, where they love two sports. Baseball:
And Catching them All:
In France, cereal is literally a drug:
I think this is Turkish
British Electro Food:
This chick broke the 4th wall:
So they fired her and hired someone else.
Australian cereal looks horrible:
And finally, Japan.http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TX0PfiuTYpI&NR=1
Because they have the best insanity.
sunshine breakfast sunshine family
Also whatever this is:
WHAT ARE YOUR FOREIGN CEREAL MEMORIES