Can you see the anger simmering in her eyes?
"A Toastmaster?" she cries, trying to supress a rage equal to the nuclear bomb dropped on Nagasaki. Why Noreen Nash got a diamond bracelet, and she got to pick it out! But a fucking toaster? "How could you..." she begins, but is promptly cut off by her husband Bob, a corporate executive that works for a multinational company that has no idea why it exists.
"...it was affordable. You worry too much. Nothing is too good for my best gal. Hey, why don't you take that toaster and rustle us up some grub, huh?"
Hope your Christmas is filled with all the things you really want! Cheers!
it's funny, everyone's different, especially when it comes to "reading" a gal's face in an ad. what i see is more like, "the next time you manage to get one of pitiful things you call a hard-on, don't come-a-knockin' on my door, fuck THIS instead.....darling.
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