For those snobs who are no longer concerned about the once thriving business of Cunningham Muffins, and for those who feel that a grandma who has an uncanny resemblance to Andy Dick is old news, look away.
This article is a tribute to one of the few good things left in the cutthroat world of the muffin industry. All the Facebook groups can’t possibly be wrong.
Cunningham Muffins is the emporium of muffin suppliers. However, buried underneath a veneer of normalcy and a variety of what seems to be delicious baked goods, lay muffins of suspicion and whimsy.
We are eased in with promises of raspberry, blueberry, orange and banana. But you don’t want these flavors. They’re more boring and lame than New Year’s Eve at grandma’s.
As a Cunningham connoisseur, I recommend asbestos, Israeli-Palestinian conflict and the imaginary flavors. All of them are a joyride for the tongue.
Few people are more hilariously creepy than the people in this video. It has just the right element of weirdness to be considered a cult classic.
Just because Donny has lost his appetite doesn’t mean you should. Just be sure to stay away from the blood muffin because that one was just downright strange.