Cookies are good at that. They'll tell you anything to get into your pantries. Especially those seductive chocolate chip cookies such as I bought today. You can have the happiest moments of your childhood back, they said. We are filled with joy and free of care, and so can you be again, they said. And I believed them. I'm sure I'll regret it— in fact I regret it already— but I still intend to enjoy them. Maybe there was a little truth in what they said. One can always hope.
The cans of chili beans I bought told me no lies, though. We'll fill you up cheaply, but you'll fart like crazy. Accursedly honest little buggers, those beans.