This is either a practical joke gone wrong or the greatest idea since something awesome happened a long time ago. For anyone that has gotten bored enough in a plane long to actually read the safety pamphlet, you'll notice the magazine next to it that offers everything from
to
They look like The Langoliers on meth
"let's go pawn this gnome, man, I'm hurtin' for a fix"
And, if ODC is your cup of tea, the try something from the Howard Hughes collection:
you’ll never have to encounter living organic matter ever again!
Now, if I had to nominate something for the “Most Likely To Start A Marxist Revolution By Virtue Of Its Very Existence,” it is the Solafeet:
a $299.99 miniature tanning bed for your feet. As opposed to the sun which will tan your entire body for free. ::sniff, sniff:: Does anyone else smell yuppie burning?
How about the NoseAid
Speaking of using you hands: not anymore! Wine Glass Holder Necklace (ugh)
Now we all know parties are fabulous, but always having to carry those ridiculous glasses around everywhere? So offensive. Let the lower class hold things. Strap that beverage to your chest and maximize your hands' potential at any social function. This allows free handed masturbation as you drone on about your child's exclusive kindergarten, your trip to europe, or any self aggrandizing topic. Use a straw for extra class.
Alas, if this bombastic kitch is the begining of End-Stage Capitalism, I am glad I was able to have my readers the four of you get me something nice for next Christmas.
::AHEM::
Anyway, here's something for the masses:
Fuck, who needs 'cups' and 'tablespoons' when you can measure in T-Rex brains?!
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