If everything on the infomercials worked like they say, everyone would be filthy rich, gourmet cooks, and look like supermodels (with especially fantastic abs).
Whenever I see an infomercial for some exercise machine, and it emphasizes how compact the machine is, they always show the happy customer sliding the unit under their bed, or into a closet. This always gives me a chuckle, because I envision them putting it away, never to use it again, like the majority of the people that actually order the unit will probably do.
This morning, I was reading the newspaper, and I saw a little blurb about the new typeface written by Ken Tingley, managing editor. I remember when Ken Tingley was simply the sports editor. I don’t know you, Ken, but congratulations.
We are cogs in a machine. We go to jobs where we work all day making money for rich people. Then, when we get our paychecks, we go out shopping and give our money to other rich people.
I kinda want to get my nose pierced. On the left side.
I like applesauce.