This may come as a shock to some of you, but James Mason might not have actually enjoyed Thunderbird wine. As a matter of fact, I’m beginning to suspect that many celebrities are occasionally lending their charisma to sell products and services that aren’t very good, and that they don’t really like or use. I have nothing to base this supposition on, of course; call it a hunch. Maybe Jamie Lee Curtis really can’t poop without constantly eating yogurt that’s been left on the windowsill in the sun too long on purpose, and desires to report this, in confidence, of course, to a couple of other ladies gone a bit long in the tooth and sitting on her couch.
As I said, it’s just a hunch I have. The only thing I know for certain is I don’t want to visit the bathroom right after any of the girls, and I don’t won’t to go on a bender with James Mason.
My son the loon was required to produce a commercial for an imaginary restaurant of his own invention. In Spanish. I cannot recommend having a mouthful of coffee while pressing the play button.
Poor Scott Joplin’s corpse was disinterred and paraded around to sell every damn thing back then.
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