Oh boy. Home again. Back to the land of trying to stay awake. Coffee's not working. I need.....a steel drum band. Some Carribbean Super Stars.
Comes in a box.
Open the lid, set them on the counter, sprinkle with sugar and lime.
PoooooffffFFFFFFFFFFEEEEEEEE!!!
(Where are the useful products?) One thing about computers ~ They never said, they'd keep us awake.
I hate my alarm clock, too. They should, the FDA should, make them have a "Press To Play" button, on the box. A noise test. "This is the noise you will wake up to." "Be disturbed by." "Really effing hate; like we care."
Oh god, I'm not getting this one. It sounds like an electric train with a transformer short, stuck against a dam.
Or a submarine, stuck against a dentist's drill, stuck against your teeth. But slipping down toward that tender spot, under your tongue.
It should say that on the box. So what are they doing in Washington? Nothing. No test buttons, no previews, no warning.
"This was Mark Barton's alarm clock."
"The Seven Dwarves use this particular Westclox." |
