Have some Jell-O

Whoever said nothing is impossible obviously hasn't tried nailing Jell-O to a tree.

I love jell-o. I love the way it comes in rainbow colours, wiggles and jiggles and looks like brains.

The butter from Dorothy's' crumpet
Dripped into the bell of her trumpet.

Sweet young Edgar, eating Jell-O,
Dropped a spoonful onto is cello.

Why was Simpson called "OJ" except in some kind of branding or headlinese that said, "Look, this guy is sweet, wholseome, and nourishing (and 'Orenthal' is just too fancy)? You can have him for breakfast." (And "Sweetness" and "Sweet" are nicknames often given to black men.) Is "OJ" that far away from Jell-O? Wasn't that extended advertising campaign a way of saying you can trust our pudding because Bill Cosby likes it—sweet, wholesome, and pretty?

I didn't like it because Jell-O is soft to me. But I think they can call him 'Jell-O' now. I call him Justin most of the time.