Just to prove that I can be as immature as the next person:
I was getting organised to make our traditional late-night Christmas Eve snack, which consists of Bagel Crisps spread with Philly Lite, and topped with slices of smoked salmon and a little black pepper...and a glass of champagne. (and yes, Sara, I KNOW those things are full of trans-fats. But it's once a year, OK?) So I opened the tub of Philly and found this:
Bwah-ha-ha! I almost peed my pants laughing.....cream cheese boobies! *regains composure*
I did briefly consider advertising it on eBay. Don't laugh - I saw this crazy lady on the Ellen Degeneres Show, who finds potato chips shaped like.....oh I don't know, the Pope's face in profile...or maybe a wee doggie. And she sells them on eBay. Just proves that people will buy anything. Like this chip, shaped like a heart, that I found on eBay. And apparently a boot-shaped chippie sold for $1200. Weird.
Anyway, we ate the cream cheese boobies...what could I do? Christmas Eve, no shops open, no way to buy more for our much-anticipated snack. I guess I'm not destined to be rich...