Remind me...
not to fall asleep with the TV on. Audio from late night infomercials somehow gets into my dreams, so I'm hurtling through outer space on a rescue mission and the space denizen I'm rescuing wants to tell me how to invest in real estate with no money down. Then a voice in my head starts extolling the virtues of some kind of super-polarized sunglasses.
Too f'd up for words.
Too f'd up for words.
Labels: Deranged Dreams, General Gripery, Humor
posted by Chloe @ 7:03 AM
2 Comments:
At 10:07 PM,
Myasorubka said…
So THAT'S how we ended up with 20 CDs worth of Carlton Sheets' No Money Down program AND the Stick Shark vacuum cleaner (useless POS)!! I get it...
At 10:24 PM,
Chloe said…
Exactly! They run infomercials at night not because the air time is cheap, but to subliminally influence your shopping habits.
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