Television Shopping
Television shopping is a heinous plague making serious inroads to our valuable TV-watching time. I don't want to put up with Billy-Joe (aka "Slimey") Fuckhead from Buy Our Crap International telling me that I need yet another imitation porcelain cat statuette. I don't want to buy his fucking hand numbered plate commemorating Michael Jackson's latest facelift. Who the hell would buy his four-in-one leatherette tea cosy with matching teabags?
The space-program inspired musical bookends are pretty attractive though, and Slimey Fuckhead has promised to send me a free set of high-quality miniature glass vacuum cleaners and the entire back catalogue of Kenny Rogers if I order now. If I mention his advertisement, he'll even throw in, as a special gift, an ornate plastic rack to put my vacuum cleaners in!
Author: "Bored"
