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Ah, yes, the Snackmaster...
...bringing nostalgic memories of stupidity.
I like TV. A lot.
I don't mean to.
It seems low class.
It feel like moronic to admit to,
but that's the truth, so help me God.
Reality shows fascinate me.
What would I do in that situation, I wonder.
HOW can that person do that!?
Are they nuts!?
I guess I feel a little superior.
Yet I'm always puzzled why they kick off my favorite.
The lowest common denominator dominates.
"Idiots!", I think to myself, watching Survivor.
Comedies are next in line as my favorite TV shows.
A little romance is ok, too.
I'm hooked on The Office.
Go for it Jim & Pam!
Go for it Romeo & Juliet!
Did you know you can call
at 11:00 pm to order a Snackmaster?
This magical appliance that could toast up mouth watering
sandwiches, omelets, and pastries in a jiffy!
With crispy golden crusts!
(every word is punctuated with an exclamation point!)
We had to be prepared!
We rushed to the grocery store.
Purchased white bread and apple pie filling!
Drooled all the way home!
Did you know that buttered white bread
with a little slop of apple pie filling,
pressed and toasted in a Snackmaster
tastes like soggy squished white bread,
stuffed with tin flavored canned apple pie filling!
We tried again, thinking we hadn't followed the directions
according to the free cookbook as seen on TV!
Nope, yuckkiness surpassed all hopes.
That adventure developed our life~smarts,
taking us from naive novice in infomercial skills
to practiced pros in returning assinine appliances
before the absolutely free for 90 days!
time period was up for a full refund!
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