I am on Robert's side, you can't beat "girl cheese sanniches" and "chicka-noogle soup".

The only thing Franco-American sells in Canada though is really cheap and odd-tasting canned gravy. Substitute that for Kraft Dinner, of which we ate plenty when I was growing up.
If I had twitter, here are two examples of what I might write on it:
"They should call is
necritosis. My breath smells like a rotting corpse!"
"Sixteen hours later and I still smell like shitty bodywash! Thanks, Gillette!"
Now if you'll excuse me, I am going to brush my teeth.