When I see that guy whisk off his heavy whiskers in a few
bold strokes, I want to try that. So what if there might be a little blood.
When I see the nicely dressed housewife squirt and then wipe
away all the caked on dirt, I want to get off my lazy ass and clean.
When I see that oiled and tanned beautiful couple beside the
pool with chilled cocktails, I immediately go onto expedia.com for a getaway.
When see the sleek and chiseled Calving Klein models, I know
a pair or two will be my weight loss, libido-driving miracle.
When I see that sleek car speed through the city and tackle
the desert and drive up a steep grade and wind on top of a high mesa, I know
it’s time for me to take out that loan.
When I watch the evening news and hear of all the new medications
taken by happy people, I know I have to make a list of the 27 pills I need to
ask m y doctor about. The hell with the side effects.
When I read the NY Times Style Section, I realize that my
$500 annual wardrobe budget just won’t hack it. My god, $500 is just a blouse
or a pair of shoes.
I’m ever so grateful that marketing leads me to an ever
better life.
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