I’m sorry, I can’t think of a single “wholesome family” reason to purchase this for your children.
If you want to pick this up, depending on the store, it can be found in the sections titled “toys for parents who are in denial about the true nature of their children’s hobbies”, ” the overly affectionate Uncle/Step-father isle” or under the sign that reads “My first example of advanced paranoia”
I love how they show no confidence in their product by feeling it necessary to put the words “Playable” and “Really Works” prominently on the packaging
The only reasons to pass this off as a present to your children is:
1 You want your child to be able to carry everything thats great about “Guitar Hero” with them except: Comfortable playablity, advanced CGI interface, Quality Sound (not like thats important in a game based on music anyway), the fun of playing, and everything else except the cheesy Gene Simmons rip-off mascot.
2. Your that smart-ass dad who tries to pull of that “only works on a sit-com” move of arguing with your kid that it’s: “Guitar Hero, you didn’t specify which one!”. Yeah, that technicality won’t help you, in about 8 years, when you wake up in the middle of the night staring down the barrel of a 12 gauge.
It’s this kind of toy that helps us white-trash kids realize just how poor we are. “Hmm, Guitar Hero put out a crappy-cheap version of it’s own game with Guitar Hero-pocket size. And the best I can do is the even crappier-cheaper rip-off. Wow, I’m gonna have a mullet and appear on “COPS” for the meth-lab I operate in the back of a camero one day.”
There’s only 2 reasons to buy this particular item:
1. You need a metaphor to help explain the countries current economic situation to your child. “Little Johnny, in February mommy and daddy had enough money in their 401k’s and Home equity to buy you a Full Rock Band set, but in December, we’re only worth enough to shop-lift this”
2. Your an Internet Radio Talk-Show host, who picked this thing up to take a picture of it, so you could write an irreverent blog about it. Then played with it for so long that the store made you purchase it, by threatening to press charges. So you were then forced to give it to your co-hosts son and try to play it off as a gag gift
Yes, this is a cake that looks like a ham
Yes, this is only a baked good that is shaped and painted to look like a ham, there is no actual “Ham” involved.
Yes, this is a real item, of which I took this picture of in a “Publix” bakery display case where these can be found
Yes, this is the worst idea you’ve ever heard of
Nothing screams “yummy dessert” like mock pork, that appears to be a giant version of the fake meat that comes with a toy kitchen set. I like ham and I like cake, but I want my ham to look like ham, and my cake to look like cake!
Executive #1 “man, what were we thinking, nobody wants a cake that looks like a ham”
Executive #2 “Yeah, it’s a cake that looks like a turkey that the people call out for”
Executive #3 “Genius!”
Executive #1 “man, what were we thinking, nobody wants a cake that looks like a ham”
Executive #2 “Yeah, it’s a cake that looks like a turkey that the people call out for”
Executive #3 “Genius!”
Yes, this is a cake that looks like a ham
Yes, this is only a baked good that is shaped and painted to look like a ham, there is no actual “Ham” involved.
Yes, this is a real item, of which I took this picture of in a “Publix” bakery display case where these can be found
Yes, this is the worst idea you’ve ever heard of
Nothing screams “yummy dessert” like mock pork, that appears to be a giant version of the fake meat that comes with a toy kitchen set. I like ham and I like cake, but I want my ham to look like ham, and my cake to look like cake!
This is an industrial size BUCKET of “Play-doh”. It has everything you need for an all-night Playdopollozza for about 8 first-graders. 
You can find in the aisle titled: “Toys for small children, who’s parents you never want to speak to again”. Usually it’s between the “Sonic-Boom Drum-set” and the “Build you own baby-doll out of broken glass” kit.
