Sunday nights, gotta love ‘em. If it’s after 8pm, more often than not you’ll find your Uncle Grambo comfortably numb on the couch, knocking back a Bailey’s or three from my prized Lismore old-fashioned. Last night was no exception, as The Senator and I spent our evening watching the stars of small and silver screen preen in their best Sunday duds, Golden Globe stizz. But then, something happened that changed just about everything…

You see, I was well on my way to making an 11pm appointment with The Sandman when I saw something that appeared to be the reanimated corpse of Orville Redenbacher flash on my TV screen. Shaking the slumber from my eyes (I’m guessing I was at least 10 fingers deep into my commemorative tin of Bailey’s at this point), I bolted upright and quickly realized that ORVILLE REDENBACHER WAS WAXING POETIC ABOUT THE CHARMS OF HIS 30 GIG MP3 PLAYER! After a matter of seconds, it sank in that I was experiencing a brand-new low in advertising; yes, this digitally-restored version of the beloved popcorn pitchman had even less buzz than the infamous spot where Fred Astaire danced with a Dirt Devil. This zombified CGI monstrosity must be seen to be believed, which is why I busted out my digital camera (not the one stolen by strippers, mind you) and recorded this gloriously bootleg vid for all y’all to watch and mock endlessly. YouTube, whut whut?!?

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