I’ve grown to tolerate the myriad TV ads for anti-tardive dyskinesia drugs that pervade my classic TV shows like Adam-12.* They’re better if you insert your own dialogue.
“Mom, your face and eyes are doing those weird movements again. It’s time to see the doctor.”
“Shaddup, you little turd, or I’ll drop-kick your ass into next week.”
*apparently, the great majority of viewers are afflicted with schizophrenia, fatty livers and/or depression.
