I remember in the early 90's growing up in Zimbabwe. One year we had a terrible food shortage and we had to import Polenta maize meal from Kenya as food aid. I remember it tasted like dust. These Biciband Polenta straps are conjuring up those same feelings of revulsion and despair. I wouldn't put my foot in them if Mugabe's ass was attached to the other end of them.
This comment alone has made this thread worth starting. Absolutely brilliant.
This comment alone has made this thread worth starting. Absolutely brilliant.