From the makers of your toaster...

Dear America,

This is why you’re fat. Oh, and also poor. In my own not-humble-at-all opinion, if you can’t bother to shake up a fucking martini yourself, you don’t deserve one. Or drink the damn thing stirred, because that’s the manly way to order a martini anyway. What are you, some sort of pussy like James Bond!? I don’t care if it’s just $39! UGH–just go ahead and get your Groupon on; you should be ashamed of yourself. All 190 of you (at the time of this posting).
Kisses,

Breadwinner

P.S.: Shame on you, Waring Pro.
P.P.S.: Mmmm. That felt good. 

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