The infomercial for the infamous snuggie blanket has been stalking me around for more than a week now, appearing on every television in my home, every television in my friends' homes, and every television in every bar that I have recently boozed in (many).
That being said, in a wine and cheeb induced haze last night, I nearly fell into the legions of insomniac's everywhere, those who are sleep-deprived enough to actually order anything from a late-night infomercial, and bought myself one.
Luckily, I stopped myself when I heard that fake smiling bitch (you know, the one wearing the "super-soft, luxurious fleece" in burgandy with the plump child asleep on her lap) asking for my credit card info over the tele line.
C'mon people, really?
For your viewing pleasure, I present:
https://www.getsnuggie.com/flare/next?videoID=ai195&bufferTime=5
