I attempt to never watch commercials. I feel that is why DVRs and/or remotes were created.
But I think it is possible we’ve come across the most dumb-assed product – ever: the GoateeSaver.
For g-d’s sake, I shave daily in the shower with little need for any mirror, let alone something to trace around to make me look ever so faggy. I’m sorry, did I say ‘faggy’? I meant ‘metrosexual’ – which, of course, is just straight lingo for ‘faggy’.
Late last night, after red wine, then tequila and then oreos (don’t ask) it occurred to me that maybe Hannibal Lecter wasn’t trying to eat people’s faces off, or have an old friend for dinner. Perhaps he was just trying to obtain the perfect van dyke and had actually invented the original prototype for the GoateeSaver.
Even if the idea of that Ronco (or whomever is really selling it) is pushing was not totally ridiculous, the results speak for themselves.
I don’t think his choice of lip gloss is helping matters any.
Song by: Natalie Portman’s Shaved Head