Ahhh, nothin like a jacked up sleep schedule....

2:56am and I am friggin blogging.... my girls are to bed, my husband is at work and my dog is under my feet snoring.... in the background the tv is tuned to an  infommercial on male enhancement products  that is seriously making me wonder who in the world approved their message?? The host is a bleach blonde "business" woman that can barely speak English, much less read a teleprompter and I wonder if she is aware that there is a rocket launching behind her?? To aid her in the success of her novel, latebreaking, never before seen product are:  Specimen A: Brunette, 20 yr old, anorexic object with stringy hair, Specimen B: Over tanned, tranny with lips so filled with collagen that an inflated air bag wouldn't touch it and lastly, Specimen C: Gotta have the naughty redhead that can't look into the camera without sucking on her seemingly tasty fingers, while twirling her hair and batting her eyelashes that are more fake than her botched boob job. So now that the seen is set, you get my frustration.... These girls don't even look like they are capable of walking and blinking, and their vocabulary is highly impressive, let me tell you.... To my knowledge these girls are interested in making their mans package, thingy, man goods, down there and woman pleaser bigger? It's called a penis! I get it, you want it bigger but damn, is it necessary to degrade yourselves in the process? These chicks are probably getting paid in bubble gum. But only Bubblicious..... I have come to the realization that I have now wasted 18 mins of my life listening to women that seem to need an inhaler or breathing machine, because their oxygen saturation must be low with all of the deep breathing, and moaning they are doing. I'm just saying, they seem to be in distress or in pain.... maybe their guy needs to lay off the male enhancement because that could very well be the cause of said symptoms. So what have I taken away from this infommercial?? The girls were wearing really great shoes.