When I was young Cracker Jack came in a box. You ripped off the end and you dug around for that prize. Back then prizes were cool little plastic toys we'd play with for hours. Times change. Things change. I'm sure I'm not the only one who wants some things to stay the same.

Today I had a bag of Cracker Jack. It tasted the same and the taste brought back great memories but it was a disappointment. Ripping open the bag wasn't the same. And the “prize” was simply a joke. I think the joke was written by a gay writer for Cracker Jack. Click on the image to read the joke. Only a gay man would read something sexual into the joke.