As many of you may know, I am a guy1. And sometimes a guy has needs2. And sometimes those needs need to be met. So I grab some Tostitos, an Aquafina and watch Queer Eye for the Straight Guy3. In case you’re unfamiliar with this show, it’s about five gay guys4 helping a straight dude out in meeting women5, getting a house festive enough for a party, and so on.
But in between shows like that, there are commercials6. These commercials claim that you have every illness that they are selling the antibiotic for, such as a runny nose. Of course, us average people think, “Oh, well, there’s nothing wrong with that.” But those commercials prove how stupidly unaware we are about our body7. Because those boogers can eventually become hard and crusty and will tear away all of your nostril hairs and eventually eat away all of your nose8. So they’ve come up with a brand new way of getting rid of those boogers: your finger, which can be yours for only three small payments of $19.959. Note: I made this commercial up; TV commercial people cannot sell your finger10.
Up until about last week (or some other time of the year), they have been showing commercials about the President11, and his running opponent12. Now, don’t get me wrong, this has been a hunky-dorry last four years13, but let’s face it, Bush hasn’t been the greatest president14 this side of Funky Chicken Town15. Now before some of you quit reading this, keep in mind that this dude choked on a pretzel. I know that that shouldn’t change my mind about an issue such as who is running this country, but this guy was worried about weapons of mass destruction when what really should concern him is the next Rold Gold he devours.
But, to tell you the truth, I am happy for Laura Bush. Her birthday was on November 4, and what a present she got: “Honey, I’m back. Traffic was terrible, but guess what? Ohio says that I’m President!” Yes, those two lovers just might make it16.
Anywho, Thanksgiving is coming up sooner or (yeah, well, sooner) and that means that you can pull out last year’s leftover- uh, I mean, a brand-spankin’ new turkey and secretly put in another wishbone for the kids. As you are probably noticing that there are not a lot of places selling things for Thanksgiving17, and that’s okay18, for the turkeys at least, who are most likely cowering behind their turkey couches hoping that an Elmer Fudd-like guy will decide to go to their turkey neighbors’ house and get them19. It is very amazing that Thanksgiving is a national holiday20, and Christmas21, isn’t and yet you don’t see any “Kill Your Own Turkey” fields around here22. But that’s probably not the best place to take your kids. But, they may already be messed-up, causing them to need help from five queer guys23 in their future24.
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