I Killed Billy Mays...
I Killed Billy Mays.
I did.
He's dead and I am responsible.
Lock me up and scrub me with OxyClean...
See... I love TV commercials. Not all of them, but those with a good little music riff, some catchy lines, a bit of humor...
So I leave the sound up at the commercial breaks and treat the thirty second spots as entertainment.
Except when Billy comes on. Then I scramble to find the remote. I aim it at the TV and I yell "DIE! DIE DIE! YOU F***ER!!"
I guess I got me some evil MOJO...
It was great hating you Billy. RIP...
4 comments:
What a strange, but humorous post.
The man was more irritating than a room full of flamers.
Thank you. :)
Well, as you were already going to burn in hell anyway, what the hell, eh?
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