I get so frustrated with the advertising agencies and their use of the oldest of old cliches that always seem to catch a second wind and another decade of tiresome syntax. ….

A good example is “Starving.” Two decades later, they still run that same mud-caked Somalian kid on the side of the road, with fifty flies buzzing on his face, begging for a bowl of rice… “Your $19 every month can save him.” He’s made it all this time on 3AM TV, mud-caked, with those eyes that match the sadness of a beagle? Good job advertisers. Twenty years ago, all his chest needed was some barbecue sauce and an hour on the grill. I’m surprised they haven’t developed miracle drugs to show how long he’s been alive and begging. They certainly could develop perpetual youth serums as well. Anti-aging formulas sell well at 3AM too.
And then we have writers describing a Church feast or a buffet, where the tables “groan,” supposedly under the weight of the food. Really? Does a table complain? “Oh my back, I don’t know if I can take much more of this shiт.” Think of all the mothers at that Church picnic trying to get their six year old to eat Auntie Maud’s creamed broccoli from the рот luck, so they don’t end up covered with flies and mud, starving alongside the Somalian kid.
You people writing Real Estate ad copy are just as bad. What the fсuк is a “Roaring” fire? And if I think about it long, enough, can’t my new house (and fireplace) be a place of coziness, quiet and love? Has anybody ever walked by their fireplace and been startled out of their wits by a mighty roar, before the hearth consumed them?
And you travel agencies making up romantic stories about a vacation, making liberal use of the word “Rustic.” Thanks to you, my g/f and I just spent a week in a “rustic” cabin. For once and for all, I found out ‘rustic’ means ‘old piece of shiт.’
Mom and Dad were watching TV when Mom said,
"I'm tired, and it's getting late. I think I'll go to bed."
She went to the kitchen to make sandwiches for the next day's lunches, rinsed out the popcorn bowls, took meat out of the freezer for supper the following evening, checked the cereal box levels, filled the sugar container, put spoons and bowls on the table and started the coffee рот for brewing the next morning.
She then put some wet clothes into the dryer, put a load of clothes into the wash, ironed a shirt and secured a loose button. She picked up the newspapers strewn on the floor, picked up the game pieces left on the table, watered the plants, emptied a wastebasket and hung up a towel to dry.
She yawned and stretched and headed for the bedroom. She stopped by the desk and wrote a note to the teacher, counted out some cash for the field trip, and pulled a textbook out from hiding under the chair. She signed a birthday card for a friend, addressed and stamped the envelope and wrote a quick note for the grocery store. She put both near her purse.
Mom then washed her face, put on moisturizer, brushed and flossed her teeth and trimmed her nails. Hubby called, "I thought you were going to bed."
"I'm on my way," she said.
She put some water into the dog's dish and put the cat outside, then made sure the doors were locked. She looked in on each of the kids and turned out a bedside lamp, hung up a shirt, threw some dirтy socks in the hamper, and had a brief conversation with the one up still doing homework.
In the bedroom, she set the alarm, laid out clothing for the next day, straightened up the shoe rack. She added three things to her list of things to do for tomorrow.
About that time, hubby turned off the TV and announced to no one in particular "I'm going to bed,", and he did.