All Right, Dammit, I’m Dealing With It

Let’s get back to our regularly scheduled program while I take lots of drugs.

Speaking of drugs, who the hell thought up this ad?

Why, when I’m looking for a new refrigerator, I always think “what do clowns choose?”

It’s an appropriate thought, because clowns represent all sizes and shapes.  Tall to get in the freezer and short to get in everywhere else.  And clowns do get into everything, right?

And this lovely Amana Stor-Mor fridge (E’s were costly then), and while we don’t know it’s cubic feet, it holds 109 pounds of food JUST IN THE FREEZER, so imagine how much food you can stuff inside! 

Why, there is room for your vodka bottles, your mixers, a ridiculous amount of milk

(I count 5 half-gallons and two half-gallon glass jugs), wait…is that a bottle of Chevis Regal?

 

 

your melon with Jello in the center and a thousand other unrecognizable foods!!

And on top of that, NO SHARP EDGES!!  God knows how many times I’ve cut my hand open using a refrigerator.  But best of all are the colors.  Oh, you can be boring and get white, but you can also get turquoise, pink, yellow or the FABulous two-tone coppertone (not copper, copper tone. Think “harvest brown”)

So the next time you shop refrigerators, think clowns.  They’re your best judge of refrigerators!

Ed Note:  Everything is the same today as it was yesterday, I’m just over the shock.  Thank you for all your kind words. It’s nice to know you care.