Tuesday, December 20, 2011

No, that's not the Kidney Stone I Passed

Part of the incessant barrage of commercials over this merry season is the particularly shrill shilling of "Chocolate diamonds." Isn't that precious? Taking rocks that were considered worthless (Wikpedia assures us brown diamonds have typically been employed only in industrial uses, like grinding equipment. Much like these fucking commercials) and then increasing their market value by connecting them with something actually desirable, like chocolate.

Honey, let me tell you, were I to be a Lady presented with a poop colored gemstone as a Crixmus present by some schmuck, I would replace said diamond in the setting with his left testicle, make a pate out of his right one and force him to eat it. Saint Zsa Zsa of Gabor, if you can't afford a decent diamond, spring for some overly fabulous rhinestone. Or a nice hazlenut praline truffle.

Or better still:

6 comments:

  1. I hadn't seen those commercials until yesterday, and then I saw about five.
    Chocolate, my ass.

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  2. I'll take the one that's hard enough to cut those diamonds, the one in the picture would be just fine, please, thank you....

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  3. i stop daily at the harry winston pastry shoppe.

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  4. He's got a mighty
    "nice hazlenut praline truffle" there, looks like.

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  5. Sorry; no time to talk. I've got a gift to exchange!

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