”...the worms that spired about his bones...”
Last night we were doing our patriotic duty by consuming a standard, hourlong serving of domestic network television programming, and during this mediocre episode of a medical drama we saw a monumentally revolting/delightful commercial. It featured a new instant-ziti-with-sauce-n-cheez, and used the latest in digital technology to animate the little tubicular bits of pasta themselves. As a happy family whipped through the E-Z steps to turn the packaged product into home-cooked meal, a pair of appallingly worm-like zitis narrated the process; twisting about and chattering with glee about the satisfying dinner they would soon comprise. One had a chirpy male voice-- the other was a sultry female. Their little circular “mouths” waved in a horrible fashion.
At the commercial’s close, they reared up on end, covered now in melted red and yellow goop, for a final comment:
Male worm-pastoid (lasciviously): ”You look good enough to eat!”
Female (lubriciously): ”Get in line...”
Cut back to the medical program, in which Eric La Salle was pretending to pull a dying man’s ribcage apart with his bare hands.
Posted by B T at October 19, 2001 09:59 AM