In Palo Alto, we throw out Cisco 1700 series routers with our Häagen-Dazs wrappers and bubble tea cups.

And by “we”, I mean Bistro 412—the hoochie bar for Palo Alto’s bridge & tunnel crowd.

Real Palo Altans rush to Green Citizen with our Cisco 1700s. But Bistro 412 (who can’t make a decent Margarita to save their lives, BTW) has opted to perch theirs atop their makeshift vomitorium. So befouled does this trash can on weekends become that the bank adjacent had to close due to customers dying of communicable diseases after stepping over the mess. Actually the bank moved. But still, Bistro 412 is pretty rank. When they’re not holding go-go dancer casting calls for Kid Rock, they’re sticking big ole’ searchlights out on Emerson Street—a class act.
But, I mustn’t rant all day about B412 when I promised miscellany. Here, figure out what this package of fish-flavored crackers is trying to convey:

All I can tell is that it depicts a big Canadian, nudity, and exclamatory girls in a Laundromat. Weird, but I encourage this on fish-chip packaging.
What do you think is going on here? Tawk amongst yaselves.
Tags: bad packaging, Bistro 412, cartoon, Japanese, Palo Alto, trash

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