7 thoughts on “Um…Strawberries?

  1. I…I think it’s a metaphor. It’s like…a hundred years of retaliation for female objectification compressed into 30 seconds. The guys ARE the strawberries, people. Picked from the fields, carefully washed, gently treated and then processed in golden tubs on conveyer belts where they dive into a giant undulating red hole (I need not elaborate on the Freudian aspects of this) whereupon they emerge bound (and smiling) in a creamy chocolate bar, served up to be literally eaten by a supremely satisfied woman.

    Wow…do I live in the wrong country.

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