The packaging gives me minor anxiety, but that might have something to do with the nights of having to stock these.
There’s something just slightly creepy about these bags when it’s 2 in the morning and you’re staring at a row of 5 of them. You swear you keep finding new details, and you don’t quite know if the job is just driving you insane, or if the bags are just that obnoxiously loud.
I have never seen one in person, and this photo is the first one I’ve ever seen period. It hurts my head. The aesthetic is painful. It’s information overload at its finest (or worst).
Holy Hell, Batman! That website looks like it’s from the 90s.
The packaging gives me minor anxiety, but that might have something to do with the nights of having to stock these.
There’s something just slightly creepy about these bags when it’s 2 in the morning and you’re staring at a row of 5 of them. You swear you keep finding new details, and you don’t quite know if the job is just driving you insane, or if the bags are just that obnoxiously loud.
I have never seen one in person, and this photo is the first one I’ve ever seen period. It hurts my head. The aesthetic is painful. It’s information overload at its finest (or worst).
This is the pet food equivalent of Dr Bronners.
I don’t think I could ever buy that because every time I looked at it, it would give me a headache.
That bag looks like it’s made from old copies of Seventeen magazine.
Is that the Walt Disney font in capitals?
Welp that package looks like mental illness