Monday, March 2, 2009

The Land of Club Soda Unbridled

As soon as everyone has at least one Snuggie in every available color, there is a severe risk that economic activity will cease and that we will all be thrown into a grim, nasty, brutish war of all against all, pushing our shopping carts through the vacant hillsides, scrounging for sustenance from the detritus of a bygone civilization, defending ourselves with a flare gun. In short, I'm pretty sure a Snuggie bust is how Cormac McCarthy set up The Road, but I admit it's been a few months since I finished reading it.

But no. We must insist on seeing ourselves as too big to fail, and that's where the ShamWow comes in to rescue us from ruin and assorted stains:



Also: that guy who likes videos of cats at play and Silver Jews songs has posted another, "Tennessee."

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